The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Friday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

Octavia knew there was a Parents Weekend thing happening in town right now. She was still undecided on whether she wanted to put in an appearance, because on one hand, last year's had led to some bad times for her. On the other... There was some small part of her that hoped, no matter how foolishly, that maybe Gloria would somehow show up.

(There was just so much she wanted to tell her. And so much fear that she would never get to.)

So far, for her trek through town after her usual Friday routine of therapy and swimming out in New York, she had steered clear of the park. She had a big bag from a shoe store to get home, anyway. See, there'd been some talk of those early days on the Ground in her session today, and then she'd taken a slightly different route from her usual in getting to the portal place, and she'd seen the boots in a store window, and, well. She'd never been able to resist a good symbol. Especially one as personal as this, appearing at just the right time for it to feel a little like something else than just pure coincidence.

(Even with how mired in complications that thought was for her, these days. For reasons she had still not discussed with Dr. Baker at all.)

And even as she stepped aboard the Rouge, she was still wondering whether she should've just taken her purchase on the Samsara instead, and buried them in her closet. The urge to share and the urge to keep it to herself felt equal.

Maybe she'd shove them in a closet here, instead.

[ooc: Open, though slow.]

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[okteiviakom]

"Just a bit?" Octavia asked, and managed to find a faintly teasing tone.

See, she was fine.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tilted his head, thought about it, and shrugged. "It would be weird," he amended. "And a bit unnecessary, I much prefer sleeping with you to sleeping with a fancily-dressed supermodel."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia only had a vague understanding of what a 'supermodel' was, but the context told her enough.

"Good," she decided, "because I'm who you get."

[my_own_advocate]

Honestly, at this point one only had to look at Lucifer's short list of people he'd had romantic feelings for to ask some serious questions about his wardrobe kinks.

"And I like having you."

[okteiviakom]

"Also good," Octavia replied, and went to clink her glass against his, "since I'm sticking around."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled.

"Hm," he said, raising his glass to finish the toast. "I should make some fruit sandwiches for the beach."

[okteiviakom]

"Guess you should," Octavia agreed. "I'm gonna leave all the snack stuff to you."

[my_own_advocate]

"So you can focus on your assigned task of looking gruffly beautiful," Lucifer agreed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "Wasn't going to focus on any task, but sure, that sounds easy enough."

[my_own_advocate]

"It does seem to come naturally to you," Lucifer said, and sipped his mimosa.

[okteiviakom]

"Existing?"

These days, most of the time!

[my_own_advocate]

"While being gorgeous," Lucifer agreed.

[okteiviakom]

"Sure," Octavia replied, with that familiarly wry tone that said she was mostly humoring him. "Whatever you say, Lucifer."