The Woods on Isla San Pedro, Chile, Late Tuesday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Walks remained an important part of Octavia's daily private island routine. But this morning it was a little... different.

Because Lucifer was with her. And he was not a woods person, so that made the moment a little more special. (Also meant there was unlikely to be any tree hugging. And that Octavia was more likely to keep to the actual paths.)

"You good so far?" she asked, once they'd made it out far enough that the woods had fully enveloped them.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, and for the other guy, this time.]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer, for his part, was on his best behavior - which was to say he had not commented at all when a branch had snagged in his shirt, and he'd even, shockingly, left his suit jacket behind at the lodge. "So far, so good," he agreed. "The woods and I have a detente."

[okteiviakom]

"A detente?" Octavia asked, throwing an amused little look his way. (It only slightly concealed how pleased she was.) "Fancy."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I remain a fancy Devil, darling," Lucifer said fondly. "Is this your usual morning route?"

[okteiviakom]

"I don't have a usual morning route," Octavia replied easily, reaching out to touch a branch as she passed it. "I just go wherever."

Took advantage of the freedom to roam.

[my_own_advocate]

"Like a deer, wandering around in the woods?" Lucifer teased.

His hands were remaining firmly in the safety perimeter.

[okteiviakom]

"Like a fox," Octavia retorted.

For her own reasons, probably.

[my_own_advocate]

"A fox," Lucifer echoed. "Any particular reason?"