Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Date Nights had a certain structure to them, born mainly of habit. But that didn't mean they needed to keep to it.

In fact, the second Lucifer had received Octavia's text, he'd mentally overhauled all of the night's plans and picked up a few munchies and sodas. Dug up some of his excess pillows, and littered them along the living room.

He had-- multiple stashes. After a moment's thought as to what type of... relaxation would be best for the night, Lucifer went digging around for a particular one. Waiting, as he was doing so, for Octavia.

[[ for octavia. TW for drug use ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia just curled up against his side with another noise that was perhaps a touch disgruntled, but mostly just... vague.

[my_own_advocate]

Well. Lucifer made sure not to linger too much as he puffed away at the bloody thing. "You all right, love?"

[okteiviakom]

"Mm-hmm."

That was already more light again.

Probably because she'd found his arm to nuzzle.

[my_own_advocate]

One more puff.

"Would you like one more?" Lucifer asked, holding it out for her.

[okteiviakom]

"Hm?"

One eye cracked open, soon followed by the other. And then Octavia veered up a little, if slowly, to reach out and take it.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's what I thought," Lucifer said, with a chuckle, and let her take it. "And then we munch."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a little bitey motion with her teeth in his general direction in response to that. Because, of course. And then she snickered.

And settled into a slow drag.

[my_own_advocate]

"Very hot," Lucifer laughed, plucking a bag of chips from the table at random.

He collapsed back into the sofa.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made sure to really enjoy her last puff, with closed eyes and a sort of a dreamy focus on the task at hand.

Then, she held it out for him to put out again.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took one last drag, just to be sure.

And then put it out again, just as gently.

He held the chips out for her to take.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snatched them greedily, and wasted no time before tearing the bag open.

"... Oh these smell good."

[my_own_advocate]

"Ooh, do they?" Lucifer asked, leaning over to give them a sniff. "Mmm."

[okteiviakom]

"Delicious," Octavia decreed, holding the bag far too close to his face.

Helpfully.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ooooh," Lucifer said, "Don't mind if I do!"

He grabbed some.

See? All was better now.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snickered. (At what? It didn't really matter, at what.) She grabbed herself a handful of chips and munched away.

Yes, all was better. Clearly.

[my_own_advocate]

At least until the next time she tried to push this 'I'm finite and my life is finite' thing on him.

"Good," Lucifer said, with a mouth full of chips. "Very good."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia said nothing, which was for the best, because that was... not a reasonable amount of chips she'd stuffed in her mouth, no.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked at her.

And the chips.

He burst out laughing.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, no.

That was chips up her nose, so what started as a laugh ended up as a whole bunch of wheezy coughing. And some giggles. Which did not help.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's so funny," Lucifer laughed, pointing at her nose.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made an affronted -- snort? Maybe? Look, she was having a hard time controlling her face right now.

"This is not how you eat chips!"

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm not the one doing it!" Lucifer told her. "You're the one trying to chew on them with your nose hairs!"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia tried for a huff, and just ended up getting more chip dust in her nose, so --

She collapsed into a fit of snorty giggles.

[my_own_advocate]

"Now, now, be careful," Lucifer giggled, "You might choke on that--"

He reached for her face, clearly trying to wipe off the chip dust.

[okteiviakom]

Some of it may have been a little gross, fair warning.

Octavia was still both giggling and trying to gasp in a few breaths.