okteiviakom | From the Beach to Lucifer's Mansion, Monday Morning

This wasn't the first time Octavia had ever woken up on a rocky shore, coughing up water and feeling battered and cold all over. But the familiarity didn't really do anything to make her more comfortable. The opposite, if anything.

Just like she supposed she should've been glad the island had at least seen fit to turn her back in the clothes she'd gone to bed in on Friday night, but it was hard to find any comfort in a soaked tank top and pajama pants clinging to your skin on a chilly morning in January.

Octavia clambered up on her feet - great, no shoes either - and looked around. Didn't take long for her to figure she was -- well, not right by where Lucifer's house was, but still much closer to it than she was to the port.

And several far too long moments later, she was outside the mansion. She banged on the front door, and muttered to herself, "You better not be at the Rouge."

She hadn't noticed the seaweed stuck in her hair, yet.

Or the way she was beginning to shake from the cold.

[ooc: Primarily for the two, unless you really want to cross paths with her on the trek from the beach!]

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Lucifer let Duke go first, allowing Octavia to slip out of his grasp. He touched her back gently, then slipped past them out of the shower.

"But do try and get dry first," he said, holding out Octavia's towel. "Clothes are on that stool over there."

"I was wet all weekend," Octavia pointed out (and, no jokes, boys), "you don't have to tell me twice."

She reached for the towel without really pulling away from Duke, and cast... something of a wary glance towards the clothes.

Duke caught it.

"If you'd rather just hang out naked . . . can't say I disagree."

Lucifer snorted.

"Suppose the snuggies would keep the worst of the draft out."

"Just don't know what clothes those are," Octavia muttered. Hiding again, this time with the convenient excuse of trying to dry her hair with the towel. "That's all."

It'd matter, what she put on next.

"Want me to run to the Samsara and get you something else?"

"It's just a basic sweater and some trousers," Lucifer said, eyeroll firmly repressed.

He'd seen the kind of things she wore for comfort, just as Octavia had seen the kind of things he was likely to pick for her.

She remained sceptical.

But she also didn't have the words the explain it. "Okay," she muttered. "It's fine, jaka, you don't have to go anywhere."

Duke nodded, reaching for a towel of his own, and his pants. "Offer still stands if you change your mind."

Lucifer pushed a towel at him before he had to reach too far, and grabbed one himself. "It is really just a sweater," he sighed.

It was! Elegant, because he couldn't help himself, but simple and warm.

Octavia finished drying off, enough to shift away from them to reach for the clothes. For the sweater. She looked it over.

(Her skin barely felt like her own, and she could tell by looking at the sweater it would cling to her like a second one, and feel just as unfamiliar.)

(It is really just a sweater.)

She moved to pull it on over her head, but her face had gone a little... blank.

Duke paused, wet hair hanging in his face, then shot a quick glance over at Lucifer.

"You can wear my shirt if you want," he offered her softly. "I'm sure I can borrow one of Lucifer's."

"Or you can just leave that and we'll crawl back into bed instead," Lucifer said, repressing a sliver of exasperation.

Maybe reaching over to stop her whole... Sweater-pulling-on process.

Octavia had already paused at Duke's offer. Lucifer reaching out made her lower her arms, though.

"Duke's option," she said, simply.

“I’ll grab it,” Duke said. He yanked on his pants and ducked out of the bathroom to go find it.

Lucifer sighed.

"Hand me the sweater, I'll take care of it," he said.

He was - sigh - going to have to invest in some shapeless hoodies.

And Octavia did.

"It's a fine sweater, Lucifer," she muttered, without looking up. "Just -- not today."

"I don't exactly have your usual fare in my closet," Lucifer said, taking the sweater. "I'll fix that."

"Mochof," Octavia murmured.

And just waited for Duke to come back.

From the Beach to Lucifer's Mansion, Monday Morning

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