The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"Please tell me you weren't a child as well," Lucifer sighed. "If so, I dodged a bullet."

Tiny grunted the grunt of a man who did not want to discuss it, whatever it was, if there was even an 'it' to begin with.

"Fair enough."

At least tonight's piano theme had very little to do with childhood.

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Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

Well, he had a point there.

Octavia's gaze dropped back down to her glass.

"But I don't want to run away."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"It's not running away, it's a vacation," Lucifer said. "Running away involves not coming back. It's not like there's some deep, important lesson to be learned in..." He waved a hand. "...suddenly having to deal with a bloody toddler."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

"You called it running away two seconds ago," Octavia pointed out. She didn't really want to touch the rest.

So she drank the last of her drink in one gulp, instead.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"It was a figure of speech," Lucifer sighed. "Why would you want to stick around for all of this?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

Because sometimes she was a masochist?

Or because sometimes there was worth to be found in spending your weekend with a younger version of the person who mattered to you the most, heartbroken you couldn't actually do anything to help the kid he'd been.

"Never mind, Lucifer," Octavia said, setting the empty glass on the counter. She caught Tiny's eye and shook her head. "Hope your next weekend's better."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "Octavia," he said.

He was just not equipped to understand this one.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

No, he was not. And Octavia knew it.

Should have known about five minutes ago already, to be honest.

"I think I'm gonna go."