Lucifer's Mansion, Very Late Friday Night

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't said much on the walk over from the club. Hadn't felt like it, for whatever reason. And there was worth to be found in silence on a late-night walk through town, anyway.

But they were here now. Just inside the door, and Octavia sighed and brushed her hair back from her face, and and seemed to try and inhale some sociability into herself.

"Do you have fruit?"

The odds didn't seem great. It wasn't like he was actually here a whole lot, these days.

[ooc: For that guy whose new canon has taken up most of my day.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"I may have some bananas and some cans of cherries in the pantry?" Lucifer offered, locking the door behind her.

[okteiviakom]

"Bananas sound better," Octavia said, with very little in the way of hesitation.

Canned food was fine, but, well. When she had a choice...

[my_own_advocate]

"Fruit basket on the dinner table," Lucifer said. "Picked them up when I swung by here earlier in the week, so they should still be edible."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand found his idly - like she wasn't even trying to do it - for a little brush, before she brushed past him to head for the fruit.

First things first.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft noise of amusement.

He followed behind her, a bit slower. Maybe to enjoy the view.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was in her street armor. So, the short leather jacket had a nice cut, and the black jeans hugged those curves he liked so much.

He was welcome.

And Octavia got to the table, and leaned in to pick up a banana.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer didn't come back here often, but when he did, he... did want to make sure there was something for her there.

"Good enough?" he asked.

[okteiviakom]

And it was not escaping her notice.

Octavia turned as she was peeling the banana. "Definitely."

[my_own_advocate]

"All right. I'll pour myself a drink, then, if you don't mind," Lucifer said, already wafting past to find the wine.

[okteiviakom]

"I don't," Octavia replied, with a faintly amused look at how he was already going.

[my_own_advocate]

"So, what would you like to do tonight?" Lucifer asked, filling up a glass with a nice red.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged. And bit into the banana.

She hadn't exactly come here with a plan.

[my_own_advocate]

"We can just take our food and drinks upstairs and lounge about, I suppose," Lucifer said. "Though we should probably let Duke know we're here."

[okteiviakom]

This shrug was more vague. "Didn't really plan to stay long enough to need to do that."

... But, you know. She hadn't planned in the first place.

[my_own_advocate]

"Sofa, then?" Lucifer suggested.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia needed to stop making shrug-like gestures.

"Sofa's fine."

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said, and hooked her arm with his as he moved past her towards the living room.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft snort, but let him lead her.

There was always something... steadying, about him taking her arm.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sat down on the sofa, pulling her in with him, not unlike what Duke had done for him yesterday. "We'll just sit for a bit," he said, "You can decompress, or whatever it is you're doing."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't bother with any pretense about not wanting to press close to his side. She just did it.

And sighed.

"Whatever it is, yeah."

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you upset you can't find a gift for Duke?" Lucifer asked, pulling her into him with his arm draped over her shoulders.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sighed, tucking her head against his shoulder. "I'm not upset."

Other than that, though, bingo.

[my_own_advocate]

"Frustrated?" Lucifer tried.

[okteiviakom]

"Better."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's not the first time that's happened," Lucifer pointed out. "You do like to set the bar high."