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okteiviakom) wrote2022-05-22 03:40 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2022-05-22 03:40 pm
Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night
Octavia had had another weird week. Between the talk with Lucifer on Thursday, therapy and her implant-related doctor visit on Friday (which she should probably have talked to the guys about, but had not), and whatever the hell the dream was that she'd woken up from in the middle of the night last night was...
(Jennifer, smiling.
Jennifer, undressing.
Jennifer --)
... Octavia was ready to try and just maybe chill for a while.
Though whether a date night - even one with very low expectations and the knowledge that she could lead things as she wanted to - would help with that at all remained to be seen. But at least they'd opted for low-key things. Easy finger foods, the kind she'd been able to help make earlier, served in the living room for maximum relaxed coziness.
Almost all of it was gone by now, though.
And Octavia gave a soft sigh as she picked up one of the cheesecake-stuffed strawberries. One of the last, in fact.
[ooc: For the Devil, as usual.]
(Jennifer, smiling.
Jennifer, undressing.
Jennifer --)
... Octavia was ready to try and just maybe chill for a while.
Though whether a date night - even one with very low expectations and the knowledge that she could lead things as she wanted to - would help with that at all remained to be seen. But at least they'd opted for low-key things. Easy finger foods, the kind she'd been able to help make earlier, served in the living room for maximum relaxed coziness.
Almost all of it was gone by now, though.
And Octavia gave a soft sigh as she picked up one of the cheesecake-stuffed strawberries. One of the last, in fact.
[ooc: For the Devil, as usual.]