The Cape Rouge, Sunday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

It had been a restful few weeks in Chile, but all things had to come to an end - at least for now. And so, blissfully unaware of any children running around, Lucifer, Octavia and Duke returned to the island.

Lucifer ambled up along the dock, bearing his luggage-- and then came to a stop, blinking up at the Rouge.

"Did I order a hundred kilos worth of candy?" he said, gesturing to the massive pile on the deck. "Or is the island developing a sweet tooth?"

[[ open. expecting them who live here ]]

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[betterthanaplan]

"Stove looks okay to me," Duke said. He let out a soft, amused huff. "Should we check the bed?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave him a little nudge. Or maybe she just leaned more heavily against his back and the movement just happened to be directed bedroomwards? Hard to say, really.

"I'm into it."

That was an attempt at a joke. Ish.

[my_own_advocate]

"Let's," Lucifer said, mouth curving. "Let's check thoroughly, in fact."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke moved with the pressure from Octavia, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Guess we have a plan.”

[okteiviakom]

"A guideline, at least."

Don't mind Octavia doing a little bit of nuzzling, there. She could do that and walk and keep holding Duke, all at the same time.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand slid to Duke's hip, because it made more sense there, and it allowed him to crowd up against them both. "A place to be."