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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[betterthanaplan]

"It probably would," Duke said, moving to rest his hands on her hips. "Especially if you're wearing very little else besides those glorious boots."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia set the boot back in the bag, and turned to face him more fully. And slid her hands up to his shoulders.

"So options are dress, and 'very little'?"

[betterthanaplan]

"You in the dress, and me in my own elaborate get up," Duke said musingly, "or you in very little, and me in little more than the necklace?"

[okteiviakom]

"You can't even see the boots if I wear the dress."

Well, maybe the platform part. But, still. A clear point not in that option's favor.

[betterthanaplan]

"Well. There's our answer, then." Duke let her go to shrug out of his overshirt. "Very little it is."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia let out a startled chuckle as her hands fell from his shoulders.

"What, now?"

[betterthanaplan]

"Why not? You have other pressing engagements?"

[okteiviakom]

"I just... didn't think I'd be wearing them anytime soon," she admitted.

It was a complicated thing. As most things were.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nodded slowly, finishing removing his overshirt and toeing off his shoes.

"Well. I guess we should both just be wearing nothing, then."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's lips tilted into a little smile.

"I'm okay with that."

She could even peel her shirt off right after, as proof.