Octavia Blake (
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The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Late Wednesday Morning
As far as Octavia was concerned, it was a perfectly normal day. She'd woken up, had breakfast, and had just now rolled out her mat on a nice spot on the deck and was getting started on a little bit of yoga to get the day going.
Or, at least she had been: there was a rustling that seemed to be coming closer along the docks, catching her attention.
She squinted towards the approaching form. "What the... ?"
[ooc: For those two guys who aren't going to like this.]
Or, at least she had been: there was a rustling that seemed to be coming closer along the docks, catching her attention.
She squinted towards the approaching form. "What the... ?"
[ooc: For those two guys who aren't going to like this.]
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But instead of arguing, he pressed a kiss to the corner of Duke's mouth. Growth, of a sort.