The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Tuesday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Raccoontavia (again, thanks for that, Lucifer) had been perfectly happy to sleep curled up near the edge of the bed - at least after it had become very clear that any and all attempts to roam around the bed and over the bigger creatures that slept in it would end in getting swatted away by the one that smelled weird.

She'd been very close to the edge tonight, though.

Too close, in fact.

At least for poor human Octavia who, in quick succession, found herself back in her usual body and then falling over the edge of the bed with a thump and a "Goddammit".

[ooc: For the two!]

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[my_own_advocate]

"I believe we were talking about her clawing her way up there with her paws."

[okteiviakom]

"This is the worst-executed sex joke I've heard in a while," Octavia rasped towards the ceiling.

So why were the corners of her lips faintly curving, anyway?

(Because it was nice to listen to them.)

[betterthanaplan]

“He had to reach too far for it,” Duke said, smiling into her shoulder.

[my_own_advocate]

"It would have landed fine if you didn't insist on nitpicking a perfectly fine sex joke," Lucifer said.

He sounded annoyed.

He was also leaning over Octavia a bit and reaching to tangle his fingers in Duke's hair, though.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia said nothing.

Just watched them with that same tiny pleased look on her face.