The Cape Rouge, Tuesday... Noon?

[okteiviakom]

Right, to recap: Octavia's weekend had been replaced by one very long day. On Sunday, she and Duke had landed back in Fandom, and she'd failed to sleep much during the night, leading to her then passing out for most of the day, instead. And then she'd gone out to the Nest, gotten drunk, come back to the boat, and failed to fall asleep properly again until it had already been close to Tuesday morning.

And now that she had finally woken up again, she had no concept of what time it was, anymore.

But she knew her head hurt, and she felt nauseous and a little jittery. All of which felt like... oddly grounding things, after the past couple of days. Maybe it was the way her body finally felt fully as awful as the rest of her already had.

Anyway, she was keeping a close proximity to walls as she made her way out of the bedroom, finally, and towards the galley. Just in case she needed the support.

[ooc: Open!]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke himself had mostly been dealing so far by sleeping. Or working on routine boat maintenance. Or swimming.

He was coming back from the latter just now, having woken up rattled after a quiet nightmare early that morning. Nothing he could remember the details of, just -- something that left him feeling unwell.

Or, uh. That might be the building pressure of troubles making him feel that way. Not that he had any clue what to do about that, except just kind of -- deal with it and keeping going.

"Water's nice," he announced to no one in particular. "Cold. But nice."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, it is April," Lucifer said, eyes on his stove.

He cracked an egg into a pan.

[betterthanaplan]

"In the south."

Excuse you, Duke, this was technically the Mid-Atlantic.

He swallowed back against a flip of his stomach at the smell of the food (though he probably did need to eat something) and went to pour himself some -- water. Instead.

Booze wouldn't help how he was feeling right now, he reminded himself. Not that he knew of anything else that would.

(The cold water had. Or, well, it'd distracted him from what was rapidly turning into pain in his guts, at least.)

[my_own_advocate]

"This isn't the south," Lucifer said, with a touch of LA-ite offense in his voice. "Do you want eggs?"

He glanced towards Duke. "There's juice, as well."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke . . . did not want eggs, no.

"Toast?" That would probably be okay. It was part of the whole BRAT diet theory, right?

(Even on that single syllable, his voice was still thin and dry as paper. It might turn out to be a permanent change, if he kept feeling this awful all the time.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned over for the toaster and lifted two neatly toasted squares out of it. "Of course," he said, rummaging around for a plate while the egg cooked.

Plate, toast, and a square of butter were thrust out towards Duke a moment later.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke huffed a soft laugh. "Thanks, babe." He took the plate and leaned in to kiss Lucifer on the cheek.

[my_own_advocate]

Well. At least Duke didn't hate him after the past weekend. That was somewhat of a relief.

"Hangover, as well?" he asked.

[betterthanaplan]

"What?" Duke blinked at him as he went to sit down. "Oh. No."

He'd need to explain sooner or later, he knew. But -- he'd rather nibble some toast first.

[my_own_advocate]

"Right," Lucifer said slowly. "No coffee, either?"

[betterthanaplan]

"Water's fine for now. Thanks, though."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, everything else will be here for you if you get peckish," Lucifer said, glancing back towards the stove. "You do need to eat something."

[betterthanaplan]

"I know." Duke lifted a piece of toast. "I'm on it."

He took a nice big bite even. Which . . . he might be chewing for a little while.

[okteiviakom]

... Right, they'd talked about buying her a wetsuit, too. Felt like it had been months ago.

Octavia was still feeling a little woozy. She still trailed towards him, a little. "Good."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke flicked her a faintly strained smile. Strained by how he was feeling, not by anything she had done.

Not that he was about to mention feeling like shit unless or until they asked him directly.

(At least he wasn't coughing up blood.)

"How was your night?"

Had the drinking helped?

[okteiviakom]

"I don't remember," Octavia murmured. It was true for some details, at least? Maybe not for everything. "Hurts now, though."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke hummed and nodded. Sipped his glass of water.

(See? He definitely shouldn't start drinking again now.)

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wouldn't recommend it.

(It had felt good in the moment. But the price seemed high and the effects were... short-lived, at best.)

She nodded back, just watching him. Movement stalled, for now.

[betterthanaplan]

He wasn't doing anything interesting. Just drinking his water.

The paleness could be explained by the cold water that still dripped a little from his hair?

[okteiviakom]

It could. And right now Octavia wasn't managing to worry about it, but... Maybe later she'd make some unfortunate connections.

She just watched.

Maybe in a second she'd realize it was awkward or weird or something.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke flicked a glance down at his wetsuit. Did he have seaweed on him or something?

[okteiviakom]

"You look good," Octavia muttered, almost like she'd been caught, "in the suit."

[betterthanaplan]

That earned her a little smile.

"Almost as good as being naked."

[okteiviakom]

He smiled.

She moved, finally, closer. Feeling awkward and weird about it (see, there it was), but still moving to where she could gently and gingerly lean against his side.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke held still to let her.

"Not too cold?" he checked. "I'm still pretty wet."