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]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"So yes," Lucifer said, quieter still.

He tilted his head. "Could you do it?"

[okteiviakom]

"Not as nice as her," Octavia replied, slowly running her fingertips along a seam over his shoulder. "But yes."

[my_own_advocate]

"You should, then," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's gaze was a little slow to travel up to his face.

"I can try."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'd like that," Lucifer said.

He reached out to touch her cheek.

[okteiviakom]

Her face tilted into the touch almost automatically.

There was a softness to her expression, but also maybe a hint of something a little more... sad.

[my_own_advocate]

"Penny for your thoughts?" Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"I just miss her," Octavia murmured, in turn. "That's all."

[my_own_advocate]

"I understand," Lucifer said quietly. He swallowed. "You've never told me about her much."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't talk about her much to begin with," Octavia muttered, which was really more just agreement than anything else. "It's complicated."

[my_own_advocate]

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Lucifer reached up and brushed some of her hair out of the way. "I certainly understand parents can be complicated."

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe not right now," Octavia said, after a small moment of silence. "This is going to get really maudlin really fast."

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Then, find me something fun."

[okteiviakom]

"Something fun," Octavia echoed. "Okay, I'll try."

[my_own_advocate]

"My closet is your oyster," Lucifer said, taking a step aside.

[okteiviakom]

"Weird thing to say," Octavia replied with a soft snort, but stepped further for a closer look at...

Everything, really.

[my_own_advocate]

"Judgmental," Lucifer sighed.

She knew this closet by now: Lucifer's many suits were in the section they were in now - specifically, by his 'special occasions' jackets. Dresses and blouses and skirts, chiefly for his female visitors once, a little further down. Fetish gear near the back.

An eclectic mix of all kinds of bits and bobs in the middle.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was taking an interest in the suits, first. Just because the materials and the quality of the stitching spoke to her in a way that they didn't need to get (back) into.

But:

"No, I don't think the suits are going to be it," she said, after a moment, heading a little further.