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The Perk, Saturday afternoon

Duke was followed into the Perk by a parade of porgs.

"Yeah, I don't know," he told the barista. "I think they've got some sort of attachment disorder now or something. Could I get a large latte and . . ." He looked down at the lead porg. "I don't know, you all want a croissant or something? Yeah, let's get a couple chocolate croissants. Thanks."

He took his order -- and his parade of porgs -- to the outdoor tables and sat down, tossing a few pieces of croissant for the flock.

"I am absolutely becoming the weird bird guy of the island, aren't I."

There were worse fates.

[open! I'm feeling almost functional today. . . .]

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Octavia wasn't currently out and about, for reasons that were about to be apparent. ...Ish, anyway, considering Octavia's usual, vague style of texting.

First, there was a picture of her hand resting against her bent knee and holding drumsticks, with a part of her drum kit visible in the corner of photo.

Then there was a screencap of Spotify open on her phone, showing she was listening to Metallica's For Whom the Bell Tolls.

Duke smiled at the picture, and sent one back of two porgs fighting over a piece of croissant.

ready to rock out huh?

More like i've already been doing that for an hour but yeah

Sorry, neighbors.

Have you taken the porgs on a tour of the town?

not deliberately

He’d just stopped trying to lose them when he went out.

someday you’ll have to let me see you drum

Sure, but it's nothing special

He was likely to disagree, and she knew it.

liar. You do it so it's special automatically

Was she rolling her eyes? She was totally rolling her eyes, wasn't she.

She absolutely was.

She was also sending him a selfie of her very best, wry 'bitch please' look. (Some of her hair clung to her forehead with sweat. It should come as no surprise that she approached her drumming the same way she did most other physical things: go hard or go home.)

That was pretty much the correct approach to drumming, though. It wasn’t something you wanted to do halfway.

ooo, special AND hot. I definitely need to see this in person

That prompted another eye roll. A crooked smirk too, sure, but still also an eye roll!

If you want to drop by later or something i'm not against it

I might! Maybe bring my own drum. Really piss your brother off

It takes less for him to flee sometimes

And then there was poor Shunsui, whose bedroom was directly below hers.

Ah! But he probably got to have lots of fantasies about the beautiful, loud woman living upstairs!

I think this is a plan then! I haven’t done enough drumming lately

Suppose that would make up for all the interrupted napping.

I'll be here

I'll come over in a bit, Duke promised. we can have a regular drum-off

Octavia sent back a simple Can't wait, complete with a heart emoji.

She could wait just fine, though. As he would eventually find out when she wouldn't immediately hear the door.

Such was drumming!

Duke was unoffended. It gave him more time to try to shake the porg parade.

She eventually got a text of him sitting in the hallway, his drum between his knees, Polly perched on top.

Look, porgs were tenacious, okay?

Yeah, Octavia was honestly not even surprised to see Polly included in the picture after her phone chimed mid-song right into her earphones to tell her a message had arrived.

Didn't take very long at all before she was at the door, looking much like she had in her earlier picture although she'd pulled her hair (braids and all) back into a messy ponytail.

"Ha yun, strikon," she told the porg, before turning her amused gaze on Duke. "En ha yun, bigon," she continued, already reaching a hand out to help him up. "Were you waiting long?"

"Nah," Duke said. Which was exactly what he'd answer either way. He stood, bringing the drum with him, porg and all. "Polly and I were just chilling. You sounded good!"

From the hallway. Where he'd been able to hear her just fine.

The beauty of drumming!

(Seriously, pity her neighbors.)

"Thanks," Octavia replied with a little huff, because such was her way with compliments. She nodded him -- them in. "Polly's about to get a rare privilege. We don't usually let porgs in the apartment."

Porgs had never before tried to get into the apartment in the first place.

"You hear that, Polly?" Duke asked the porg. "Say 'thank you'."

Polly scratched at the drum head with one foot.

"If you tear that thing, you're going to be meat."

Well, no. Duke would probably just pout a lot.

"Right," Octavia said, sounding amused and like she didn't buy that for a second, but was being nice and not openly saying so as she led them across the living room. It looked much like it had the other handful of times he'd been here: sparse, but lived in.

"Think this might also be the first time either of you are visiting my bedroom," she added idly but no, she knew so.

“You know, I think you’re right.” Duke also knew it was. “Let me guess, it just has the drums and a bed, right?”

Octavia paused in the doorway to her bedroom, and sent him a look over her shoulder.

"Are you trying to be funny?"

She was not that predictable! (She was absolutely that predictable.)

“. . . Yes. Of course I am.”

She was absolutely that predictable.

Octavia didn't so much roll just her eyes as her whole head as she turned it again, and stepped into the room.

He hadn't been too far off the mark. The two main features of the room were her bed (narrow and patently unluxurious) and her drum set (shiny and well-maintained). However, there was also a bookcase that housed various things: a couple of books, some of her knives, three potted plants (with the weird blue one that looked vaguely like a mushroom placed away from the other two), and a small figurine carved from wood, vaguely in the shape of a woman.

Her sword was leaning against the wall by the bed, of course.

"Well, here we are."

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