Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It had certainly been a complicated week, hadn't it? Luckily, it had ended before the weekend, and Lucifer, Duke and Octavia had had all Saturday to recover.

That didn't mean Lucifer hadn't been slightly surprised that Octavia was still game for date night. But he had grasped it with every bit of enthusiasm he could foster. And yes, that did mean dinner had featured a genuinely ridiculous amount of tropical fruit.

"Suppose I should've put a protein in there," he mused, settling back and eyeing his empty dessert bowl with satisfaction.

[[ for her and sp. eta: nsfw-bound... ish? ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted, a little incredulous.

"I text and call you two, I look things up on the internet, I listen to music, I use the map thing to get around?"

It was kind of a 'don't you know all this?' kind of a question mark at the end, there.

[my_own_advocate]

"But you don't really use anything other than the basic apps," Lucifer said.

[okteiviakom]

"You said I use it for animal videos."

[my_own_advocate]

"Hyperbole is a fine tool," Lucifer said. "Provided you don't take it too literally.

[okteiviakom]

"So clearly not a fine tool."

Considering she'd felt lowkey insulted from the get-go.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "I'm sorry for saying you just use it as a brick," he said. "As it is demonstrably untrue."

[okteiviakom]

"Which you knew," Octavia rasped.

(The implication where it seemed he hadn't was the sore spot. Shhh.)

[my_own_advocate]

"I was trying to make a point about you only using its most basic functions," Lucifer said, "And clearly hit a sore spot."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah that is not the point you were making."

And calling out the sore spot part was... causing some renewed bristling.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nearly brought up his hands placatingly again, but thought better of it at the last second. "Then I expressed myself poorly."

[okteiviakom]

"Could've just said what you meant to begin with," Octavia muttered, finally setting her spoon down.

There was already a hint of embarrassment in her annoyance, now.

[my_own_advocate]

"I was trying to rib you just a little bit," Lucifer said. "Clearly, I was not as funny as I thought I was being."

[okteiviakom]

"No."

Or maybe her week had been too long for her to be accepting of ribbing, but who wanted to look at it that closely?

Octavia fidgeted with her empty bowl a little.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sucked in a breath. "I'll send you some app suggestions, if tracking your intake is what you're interested in," he said. "I know the app store can be a bit of a mess."

[okteiviakom]

"Sure," Octavia said, even though tracking wasn't really what she'd been doing. She just didn't want this to take a turn into another thing. "If you'd like."

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said. He cleared his throat. "Later, though."

[okteiviakom]

"Later," Octavia muttered, in agreement.

She really needed to find some more syllables.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth twitched into a wry smile. "Still feeling the week?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pushed her hair back, looking off to the side at nothing.

"I didn't even get to see most of the week."

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you remember anything?" Lucifer asked.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's gaze darted to him. His chest, for a fraction of a second, then his face.

"Too much."

Anything would have been too much.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sorry," Lucifer said. "I-- had hoped for less."

[okteiviakom]

"It's not a lot," Octavia muttered, looking away again. "Just these... flashes. Like trying to remember a dream."

Or a nightmare.

"But it's still too much."

[my_own_advocate]

"Would you like me to try and distract you from it?" Lucifer asked. "Or... sit with it?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was quiet in response for a moment.

Then asked, "Why did you bring it up in the first place?"