Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

It had been another weird week. But enough of the weird - both from this week, and the ones before it - had apparently passed for Octavia and Lucifer to meet up at the house again on this Sunday evening for another date night.

The previously unfurnished room on the second floor was no longer unfurnished. Octavia didn't know whether Lucifer had noticed yet, especially since she'd left the door closed after she'd been done with it. She didn't know whether it would come into play yet, anyway.

And either way, they were downstairs, sitting down properly at the dining table. A gesture towards things Lucifer liked. And Octavia had cooked, even if the main had been just a very simple salad, which they were just about finished with. The equally simple dessert was still waiting in the fridge.

"Maybe one of these weeks you could give me a lesson." A beat. "You know, for cooking. We could make a thing of it."

[ooc: For, you guessed it, that guy.]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia drew one last shape against his arm. Then she began to pull away so she could get back on her feet.

"Then let's go up."

[my_own_advocate]

"If we must," Lucifer laughed, but he followed her to his feet.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia offered him her hand, ready to start tugging him along towards the stairway.

"You'll be interested, I promise."

[my_own_advocate]

"I have no doubt," Lucifer said, following after her, clinging onto her hand.

[okteiviakom]

"You trust me?"

Teasing, as they got to the stairs.

[my_own_advocate]

"Almost always, darling," Lucifer said, mouth curving.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia barked out a laugh.

"Almost always?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Sometimes you want to go do things with twigs and mud I'm not sure about."

[okteiviakom]

"Afraid I'd risk your nice suits?"

In fairness, she might.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said. "Yes, I am."

[okteiviakom]

"Too bad."

But they were almost up to the second floor landing, now.

[my_own_advocate]

"Cruel," Lucifer told her, but he didn't sound like he meant it. In fact, he was already craning his neck to see what room it might be.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia noticed, on a glance back. "Trying to steal a peek?"

Unfortunately for him, there was more than one closed door.

[my_own_advocate]

"Can you blame me for being curious?" Lucifer asked. "You did something to my house."

[okteiviakom]

"You can change it back if you don't like it."

Said lightly, but... Well, it was true, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"I didn't imply that I thought I'd hate it," Lucifer noted.

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia said, with that same lightness, "just making sure."

She turned to head for a door that was a little more tucked away.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I haven't looked at that one in ages," Lucifer said.

[okteiviakom]

"No, I thought you hadn't," Octavia agreed. It had been easy enough to see he hadn't been paying much attention to it.

She stopped at the door, glanced back again. "Didn't really say Lucifer to me."

[my_own_advocate]

"I did sort of depression-decorate when I first came here," Lucifer admitted. "I mostly cared about getting the big kitchen and the fuck-me bedroom."

[okteiviakom]

"Sounds like enough for one person."

Teasing, but only half. (Maybe stalling a little, too.)

[my_own_advocate]

"It did lead to me fucking you and Duke in the fuck me bedroom well before we all got together," Lucifer said, "So it worked out."

[okteiviakom]

"Well." No arguing with that. "This is definitely gonna be related to that."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh good," Lucifer said, perking up.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had just reached for the door handle, but paused with a snort.

"Did you think it might not be?"