The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Friday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

Friday wasn't very different at all from Thursday. After breakfast, Octavia retreated back to her own boat, and then just... Stayed there.

Only today, the book she was in the middle of seemed to spend even more time just resting against her chest instead of open where she could've at least feigned to herself that she was still reading.

[ooc: For one.]

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[my_own_advocate]

Duke had warned Lucifer about Octavia yesterday. And while Lucifer wasn't so sure he could 'speak to Octavia's dark side' or whatever Duke had had in mind, he was... worried.

Quite worried, actually.

He swung by Turtle & Canary around noon, picking up no small number of fruits, and arrived at Samsara some half hour later.

He didn't announce himself until he was already on the boat - and knocking on the thick plastic somewhere that would actually make noise. "Octavia?"

[okteiviakom]

Especially considering Octavia had felt the subtle dip of the boat when he'd stepped aboard, the reply took a long moment to come.

(She'd spent what felt like most of her energy on breakfast with Duke. The temptation to just pretend she wasn't here was strong.

But she also hadn't seen Lucifer since she'd slunk out of his house on Sunday. So.)

"In here."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer stepped down, into the living quarters, and held up his bag. "Brought you some groceries," he said, closing the hatch behind him.

[okteiviakom]

"Thanks," Octavia said, only faintly wary, as she pushed herself up to a more sitting position, shifting the book off herself in the process.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled an apple out of the bag, followed by a mango.

"Any preference?" he said, holding them up.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia brushed her hair back from her face, then pointed at the mango.

It seemed a little arbitrary.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer set the apple down on her tiny kitchen counter, and found a little knife somewhere in a drawer.

Then he walked to the bed.

Sat down.

And offered both to her.

"Duke was fussing about you," he said.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia moved forward until she, too, was sitting on the edge of the bed. Then she accepted the knife and the fruit.

"Was he," she drawled, not even managing to make it sound like a question.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, I know it's not exactly any kind of surprise," Lucifer said, with a soft snort. "When isn't he, really."

[okteiviakom]

"Mm."

How convenient that he'd given her things she could now keep her eyes on without it looking like avoidance.

"He keeps asking if I'm okay."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, considering you've been locked in here for days, I feel I can assume the answer to that," Lucifer said, and took a bite of the apple.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia cut into the mango, slicing it in half, but not quite symmetrically. Avoiding the seed.

"How would you know where I've been?"

It wasn't an accusation.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I haven't seen you," Lucifer said, "Haven't heard about you on radio, and Duke said you'd either be here or in the woods. And you're clearly not in the woods."

[okteiviakom]

"I was in Baltimore three times last week," Octavia pointed out mildly. "Don't think that made radio, either."

And she hadn't told Duke.

[my_own_advocate]

"Fine," Lucifer said, rolling his eyes. "Have you left the boat at all?"

[okteiviakom]

"I have breakfast every morning with Duke."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, that would be why he saw enough of you to turn Mother Hen mode on," Lucifer agreed.

[okteiviakom]

"Then don't ask questions you already know the answers to."

That should've had more bite than it did.

[my_own_advocate]

"Then don't argue with me about how I shouldn't make assumptions five seconds before arguing with me about asking you for the information," Lucifer said. And took another bite of the apple.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had very carefully set the bigger half of her mango down on her lap, the flesh side up. Was now carefully cutting into the other one, slicing the flesh without cutting the skin.

"Maybe it's just none of your business where I've been."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "We passed that station about two thousand years ago, darling," he said. "Whether you like it or not."

[okteiviakom]

Well.

Octavia didn't have any stellar counter-arguments for that. (Not that she had for anything before, either. But she had even less of one, now.)

Might as well just keep cutting up her mango in silence.

[my_own_advocate]

"So I was going to come here, and bring you some fruit, and sit here for a while," Lucifer said, "Safe in the assumption that you are not doing very well and ergo I don't have to ask about it."

Beat.

"All right?"

[okteiviakom]

And another beat.

"All right."

She was still not looking at him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said.

And sat there for a while, slowly making it through his apple.