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?"

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave in and just leaned against his back a little. Since it didn't seem like he was about to go skittering off right this second.

(And even if he did, she would just... let go.)

She glanced up at Lucifer.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took the candy and popped it into his mouth.

And put an idle hand on her hip.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke decided not to point out that the booze had turned into soda. Lucifer was in a pretty good mood right now, no need to destroy it.

He appreciated Octavia pressing against him and slowed down deliberately, telegraphing his moves so she could move with him as he shifted to check the drawers that lined the opposite bulkhead.

His ukulele and books were all intact. It wasn't super likely that a kid could hurt themselves with those, so he supposed that made sense. . . .

[okteiviakom]

Octavia appreciated it. She sort of half-swayed along with his movements, one arm loosely around his waist.

Her other hand sliding on top of Lucifer's on her hip.

Something calm coming over her, at least for the moment.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer, in his way, moved with them. Even if it did involve a bit of snacking as they went. "Good so far?"

[betterthanaplan]

Snacking was allowed.

"So far, so good," Duke agreed. "You're probably right."

And yet, he checked.

[okteiviakom]

"It doesn't hurt to check," Octavia murmured.

He was going to do it anyway. Might as well be supportive.

[my_own_advocate]

"Might as well make sure," Lucifer agreed.

His other hand, now free, sort of... strayed towards Duke's shoulderblades.

[betterthanaplan]

Another tiny startle. Another quick smile.

How the heck had he navigated these weird Fandom times before they showed up in his life? (The fact that his brain chemistry had been a bit more stable then had helped. But he hadn't exactly been great at it then.)

"I guess we can hold off on checking the whole ship," he allowed.

[okteiviakom]

"At least if everything we need for tonight is fine?" Octavia offered.

[my_own_advocate]

"If the stove seems all right and no one's turned our bed into anything," Lucifer agreed.

His voice had softened some, after that quick smile.

[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."