The Cape Rouge, Saturday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

Many people were having an exciting night out of dates and drinks and potential pratfals. Lucifer and Octavia? Well, they had only barely managed to wrangle their now-otterified partner back into the boat yesterday afternoon. They were tapped for the day.

Well, not so tapped that Lucifer hadn't been able to purchase a ridiculously fancy-looking portable wooden tub. It currently sat in the bedroom, filled with water and one very snuggly-looking otter.

But tapped enough that Octavia and Lucifer themselves were in the room, on the bed, sort of... watching the otter drift.

"I wonder if he's happy like that," Lucifer mused. "Duke seems like the sort who'd be happy like that."

[[ for her and for some method RP for the both of us ]]

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[okteiviakom]

"This seems like a dream he might've had," Octavia agreed. "Repeatedly."

[my_own_advocate]

"At least he's easier to corral like this than that whole seagull phase," Lucifer sighed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "And a lot less loud."

Well, otters squeaked, but it had nothing on seagulls.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer waggled his toes and then bumped his foot against hers. "And a bit cuter."

[okteiviakom]

"Mh," Octavia hummed, and nudged his foot in return, "cuteness is in the eye of the beholder."

Or maybe she was just being a brat.

[my_own_advocate]

"Like you don't have your own otter library on your phone," Lucifer said, shifting his arm to settle around her shoulders.

[okteiviakom]

Another huff was inevitable. "You don't know if there's seagulls, too," Octavia drawled.

While leaning a little more heavily against him. Naturally.

[my_own_advocate]

"Are there seagulls?" Lucifer asked.

His mouth brushed against the top of her head.

[okteiviakom]

"Wouldn't you like to know," Octavia murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, that's why I'm asking," Lucifer said patiently. He poked her foot with his own.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not giving up useful intel like that," Octavia told him.

And patted whatever part of him her hand happened to lazily land on. Thigh?

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, no? Are you going to hold it over my head? Attempt to squeeze something out of me?"

Lucifer, don't squeeze her-- sigh.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eye roll looked far too amused. "Well it seems really important to you, so it must be worth something to me, right? Makes sense."

[my_own_advocate]

"I could steal your phone," Lucifer pointed out.