The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Sunday Noon-ish

[my_own_advocate]

If there was such a thing as 'critical limit of things to process', Lucifer had hit it sometime yesterday. He had a child, apparently, and his partners doing their best to accomodate her while struggling not to fall apart, and he was still trying to figure out how on Earth it could even happen to him.

So he'd decided to do better today. To try and entertain her, and make sure she knew he wasn't-- that he wouldn't just drop her on someone else and ignore her.

"How about we play some music?" he'd asked. And Aurora had gotten a look on her face.

They'd wound up on the deck, him with a guitar, her with Duke's ukelele that she had insisted on getting and he couldn't stop her from getting because she knew exactly where it was.

It had been nice. Oddly enough.

But now he had retreated to the back portion of the deck with his coffee. Rory was perched on the railing of the ship, looking out over the coast of Fandom, and... still playing that damned ukulele.

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[swisflapa]

Rory snorted, but rested the ukulele against her leg, and lifted her strumming hand up to show that she wasn't about to play it.

"Fine, fine," she said. "Maybe later."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer huffed. Performatively, more than anything. "Your level of talent deserves better."

[swisflapa]

"You keep saying that."

Wasn't much of a spoiler, that one, was it?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed loudly.

He got up out of his seat, though, and walked over to join her again. "Well, it's true."

[swisflapa]

"You keep saying that, too," Rory quipped, because she could, while she set the ukulele aside and scooted a little bit to the side to make room for him. "Mom's sick of hearing about it."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he sat down. "Doubtful."

[swisflapa]

Rory gave a tiny shrug.

"Well, maybe not sick," she said. "Sorry I'm not living up to my full potential of not playing the right ancient songs, anyway."

She gave his arm a little bump with hers.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, she'd prefer Jane's Addiction, I asusme," Lucifer said, nudging her back. Gingerly.

[swisflapa]

Oh, Dad.

"Ocean Size," Rory agreed, leaning into the nudge a little. "For one." She gave a little snort. "I think she was singing that to me before I was even born."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, I bet she did," Lucifer said, a small smile sneaking onto his face. "Very quietly, and very seriously."

[swisflapa]

The small smile was met with tiny smirk.

"It's like you know her or something, Dad," she teased.

[my_own_advocate]

"Biblically, even," Lucifer agreed, because he was still-- him. "She's always been good at that sort of thing, though. I suppose."

[swisflapa]

"Kinda her thing," Rory agreed, choosing to bless him with the lack of a 'gross, Dad'. "You never sang any Jane's Addiction to me."

[my_own_advocate]

"Because it's noise," Lucifer pointed out. "Surely I contributed something to your musical education."

[swisflapa]

"Oh, you dragged me to the opera at your earliest opportunity," Rory offered. "Which, by the way, is also pretty noisy."

Spoken like someone who had happily made this same point repeatedly over the years.