The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Saturday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Last night had been okay. The margaritas had been tasty, and Octavia had acquiesced to Lucifer's request of not letting him go home alone by dragging him back to her boat with her at the end of the night. She'd passed out hard not too long after because, again, tasty margaritas.

Of course, now it was morning, and she was finally stirring again.

And the muffled little groan was almost immediate.

Goddamn margaritas.

[ooc: For the Devil, unless the neighbour wants to drop by too! ETA: NSFW downthread!]

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[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer finally just slid back under the covers.

If she wasn't heading anywhere, well. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to be.

[okteiviakom]

Or like Octavia was going to throw him out or something. It was the weekend, so even the new breakfast routine didn't factor into it.

Once her plate was empty, Octavia gave a little sigh that sounded almost relieved.

[my_own_advocate]

"Better?" Lucifer asked, lazily holding his hand out for the plate.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia handed it over, then cradled the glass with her remaining juice with both hands.

"A little, yeah."

The painkillers were starting to take effect, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said.

He was, he realized, even in a good enough mood to get back out of bed again just to put the plate away.

He wasn't sure where that came from.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took note of it, too. But said nothing, because sometimes she knew better than to poke at a nice thing.

Besides. It gave her something nice to watch while she drank the rest of her juice.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer put the plate away, and, well, by then she seemed done with her juice, so he held his hand out for it. "Must be a pain keeping anything tidy in here."

[okteiviakom]

"Not really," Octavia said, as she let him take the glass. "There's so little of anything here."

And she preferred it that way.

[my_own_advocate]

"There's food," Lucifer pointed out, "And... dishes..."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia raised eyebrows, faintly amused.

(Yeah the painkillers had to be working.)

"And?"

[my_own_advocate]

"And clothes," Lucifer said, padding back to the bed. "That, I believe, qualifies as enough stuff to make a mess if you put your back into it."

[okteiviakom]

"Which I don't."

Not when she didn't have an unwieldy tail, anyway.

Octavia didn't really need to pull back the covers, but it was half invitation, half a statement of intent on her own desire to crawl back under them.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, I suppose your spartan nature does rather help with the close quarters," Lucifer said. He put one knee on the bed, and slid gracefully under those covers a moment later.

[okteiviakom]

And so did Octavia, though her movements left a lot to be desired in the grace department. But whatever, she stretched out by his side, and put her hand on his chest.

"Not everyone needs a room full of clothes."

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said, stretching his arm out above her, along the pillow, "But most people need more than a drawer."

[okteiviakom]

"Or they think they do."

She didn't entirely believe it, no.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer just laughed. "Mm, no, fairly sure they do. Even your snogon does."

[okteiviakom]

"My snogon would be naked all the time if he could get away with it," Octavia retorted, idly rubbing his chest.

[my_own_advocate]

"So would I," Lucifer pointed out, grinning. "But since we can't, it's nice having options."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "Nice isn't a need."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned in towards her a bit. "Most people," he said, "Care if they look nice."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's lips twisted into a tired, lopsided... smirk-like form. "Caring isn't a need, either."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'll note I've never seen you go outside in a loincloth in summer, either," Lucifer said, amused. "You know there's a 'pyramid of needs', and basic food and shelter is just where it starts, right?"

[okteiviakom]

"You've seen me go out wearing a sheet in the summer."

Granted, it was because the island was stealing everyone's clothes, but...

[my_own_advocate]

"Because you had no clothes left."