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 ]]

Comments

[my_own_advocate]

"Your nose," Lucifer told her very seriously.

[okteiviakom]

"I've never seen a button that looks like my nose." A beat. "or any nose."

[my_own_advocate]

"Then maybe you haven't been paying attention."

He got you there, right?

[okteiviakom]

"I was sewing buttons onto things as a kid," Octavia retorted.

Please don't make her think about how few kinds of buttons had survived the apocalypse.

[my_own_advocate]

"And were they cute?"

[okteiviakom]

"Not really?" Octavia replied, shrugging, after barely a second of pretending to think about it. "I mean, they were buttons. Right?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Some buttons are very cute," Lucifer told her. "Not everything has to be entirely functional."

[okteiviakom]

"But buttons should be."

[my_own_advocate]

"Why?" Lucifer said. "Why can't useful things be pretty?"

[okteiviakom]

"They should still be entirely functional."

His words!

[my_own_advocate]

"Some can be ornamental," Lucifer judged. "Your nose is both."

[okteiviakom]

"My nose is not ornamental, it's for breathing."

She could do this all night long, Luce.

[my_own_advocate]

So could Lucifer!

They were perfect for each other.

"I said it's both!"

[okteiviakom]

"And I'm saying it's one."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's not," Lucifer told her, "Because I think it's pretty. And if anyone thinks your nose is pretty, that makes it at least partway ornamental."

Sound logic.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, that's just your opinion," Octavia decided, as if that was some great burn. "I have my own."

[my_own_advocate]

"So you are saying your nose is ugly or unappealing?" Lucifer asked.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm saying it's irrelevant."

... Wait, no. Octavia's face scrunched up a little as she tried to follow her own train of thought.

"Not my nose, obviously, but whether it's -- cute."

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't think it's irrelevant," Lucifer said, predictably.

[okteiviakom]

"But that's what I just said," Octavia retorted, louder than she'd meant to, but oh well. "That's your opinion!"

[my_own_advocate]

"And my opinion matters most, because I'm the one who has to look at your nose all the time," Lucifer informed her.

Primly.

[okteiviakom]

"Nope!" Octavia informed him, poking him in the chest with a finger. "That's a choice you're making!"

[my_own_advocate]

"Wrong way around," Lucifer retorted, tapping her nose. "I look at your nose because it's pretty."

[okteiviakom]

"But you just said you 'have to'," Octavia retorted.

And tried to bite at his finger.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled his hand away. "Because it's attached to your face."

Do not expect him to make fully logical leaps today, Tavi.