Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Another Sunday, another date night at the mansion, another meal almost finished. The dessert was more chocolate than it was fruit, but the latter was still very much a part of it. The combination seemed to be just the right thing for Octavia, because...

"Is it too much if I lick the bowl?"

The answer was not going to affect her much.

[ooc: For that guy and also glorious SP.]

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[okteiviakom]

"You're going to get distracted and start trying on outfits yourself," Octavia predicted.

She drank the rest of her juice, and set the empty glass down.

And nodded.

"Let's do that."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. "No," he said, rising from his seat. "You choose."

[okteiviakom]

"That's what you say now."

She held a hand out to him, like she was offering him the choice of helping her up.

[my_own_advocate]

He took it, and gave it a gentle tug. "It's a promise."

[okteiviakom]

"We'll see," Octavia teased, and stood up from he seat.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed, tugging her along towards the hallway. "Brat," he said. "I take my word very seriously."

[okteiviakom]

"And I'm restoring balance to the world by not taking it seriously for this one thing," Octavia retorted, swinging their hands faintly. "It all works out."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft chuckle. "If you must," he said, opening the door to the walk-in.

[okteiviakom]

"I must," Octavia told him, her gaze already drawn to everything beyond the door. "Show me something nice."

[my_own_advocate]

"You'll have to be more specific," Lucifer said, as he pulled her inside.

[okteiviakom]

"Really?" Octavia asked, amused, letting him tug her along. (The urge to close the door behind them was sudden, but she didn't listen to it.) "'Nice' not specific for someone who probably thinks he only has nice things? Should be easy."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, but I can't just pull out any old nice tuxedo, you've seen many of them."

[okteiviakom]

"But not all," Octavia retorted, reaching out to run her hand along the sleeves of some suits. "There's a difference."

[my_own_advocate]

"I could get one of the older ones, I suppose," Lucifer mused.

[okteiviakom]

"You could," Octavia agreed, "if you think it'll be nice."

Only lightly bratty, there.

[my_own_advocate]

"There's--" Lucifer ducked past, rifling through a few things... "...This," he announced, producing a red velvet tuxedo jacket.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia turned to look, her head tilting a little. "Looks soft," she noted, a little more gently, reaching out to touch the front of it.

[my_own_advocate]

"It is," Lucifer said. As he held it out with one hand, he was worming out of his current jacket with the other.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took the jacket, both to give him the use of both his hands, as well as to give the jacket a closer look.

[my_own_advocate]

It was a bit older, but Lucifer had clearly made sure it was in tip-top shape. The red velvet and black lapels were... well.

Very 70s. Not that she'd know.

He put his jacket aside. "May I?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did not know the difference, no. She just noted... well. The red and the black.

But also the soft.

She held the jacket out for him with a tiny nod.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slipped it on, noting it felt a bit tight in the shoulders - he'd been a bit slimmer then. "Could use a bit of work now," he admitted.

[okteiviakom]

"Might be possible to let out some seams a bit," Octavia noted, her attention drawn to where the fabric pulled a little. She sounded briefly, faintly a little bit far away. "Make it fit again."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thinking of Aurora?" Lucifer asked, softly.

[okteiviakom]

"Thinking of sewing."

It was the same thing, as he could probably guess.