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]

"Are you thinking of giving him a gesture?" Lucifer asked, tilting his head. "That might work."

[okteiviakom]

"A gesture, or an experience, or something."

She'd stop sighing eventually, promise.

"Everyone in this town has too much junk as it is."

[my_own_advocate]

"If you want, I can always portal us to the Bahamas early and you can rummage around, maybe do up some ideas?" Lucifer offered.

[okteiviakom]

"No, thanks." Octavia shook her head, a slow and small gesture. "This one has to be mine."

The Bahamas was his.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said. He considered his glass. "Though at least now you know you don't need to keep shopping, I suppose."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm still gonna go and look."

It wasn't like she had other obligations to worry about, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just don't turn it into a thing to be upset about," Lucifer said. "I'm fairly certain that's the last thing Duke wants."

[okteiviakom]

"I won't."

Well.

The best she could actually guarantee was something where neither of them could tell.

[my_own_advocate]

Sigh, Octavia.

"Good," Lucifer said, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was quiet for a few breaths.

And wasn't really all that much louder even once she spoke again. "Do you even have a birthday?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm. No, not really," Lucifer said thoughtfully. "The disadvantage of being personally created by God at the beginning of the universe."

[okteiviakom]

"Hard to set a date for something like that," Octavia agreed, thoughtful but mild.

And keeping it to herself how she thought birthdays probably mattered even less if your expected lifespan was infinite.

[my_own_advocate]

"I try to make up for it by throwing lots of nonspecific parties instead," Lucifer said, smirking a little.

[okteiviakom]

"Those are better, anyway."

Spoken like someone who didn't actually like parties in the first place.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snorted. "How many parties have you even been to in your life?"

[okteiviakom]

There was a short silence.

"Like four or five."

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said, "Not quite an expert."

[okteiviakom]

Tiny shrug.

"I can still have an opinion." And in typical Octavia fashion, it was a strong one.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, I know, lack of experience has never stopped you," Lucifer said, amused. "At the end of the day, any party is a good party, really."

[okteiviakom]

"No."

Yeah.

(It had enough dry rasp in it to not sound entirely serious, though.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed at that, a full-bodied thing. "Yes, you would think so," he said, tilting his head so he could get a good look at her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia straightened her head off his shoulder and allowed him to. The amused look was all in the details.

(The warm feeling from his laugh was not visible at all.)

"Mm-hm."

[my_own_advocate]

"Cave woman," Lucifer sighed, and leaned in.

[okteiviakom]

"Proudly," Octavia murmured, and met his lean with her own.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed her, his fingers sliding along her cheek.