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Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [08/03].

Anytime Apu-san was in a particularly good mood at the store was grounds for some light suspicion from Shunsui, and he almost didn't ask, but, as the man went about his usual sweeping through the aisle (in the literal sense, and not the theatric, over-the-top sense in which Shunsui did it) humming along, curiosity, for once, did get the better of him, which is how he found out that it was Clean Your Floors Day.

And then there was a pause.

"Isn't...every day pretty much clean your floors day for you, Apu-san?"

Which was not a judgement, of course! Especially since that meant Shunsui never had to do it himself, but, well, good for him. As long as it made him happy.

He'd definitely get to do plenty of it, too, because Shunsui had brought Issa-chan with him again and she was shedding like mad.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Watermelon
Mixed Nuts
Red

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Octavia felt like it was necessary for her to drop by this week. Don't ask why, she'd had her therapist asking her enough questions in the previous morning's session already.

Anyway, here she was. And with a fond look toward Issa, as well. "Oh, she's back."

"And likely to stick around for quite some time ♥," Shunsui said, with a pleased smile because Issa-chan had definitely been a hit so far, in all the ways he'd been hoping. "Her previous caretakers seem to have very little interest in taking her back any time soon..."

And Issa, for her part, seemed to have been mildly interested in Octavia's entrance, although possibly not interested enough to give up her comfortable spot in a sunbeam. She was thinking about it, though.

"Are you sure you haven't just stolen a cat?"

It seemed unlikely, but the question came to her, and so she asked it.

"Perhaps something may be lost in the translation, Octavia-chan ♥," said Shunsui, with a chuckle that matched the lopsided tilt of his grin as he leaned toward her a bit, "but usually, stealing does not involve someone all but shoving the ill-gotten gains in question at you and backing up quickly so you don't change your mind ♥.

"If anyone here is a thief," he added, because how could he not, sending that lopsided grin of fondness over to the pool of feline fluff in the sunspot, "surely it is Issa-chan herself, for having so effectively stolen my heart ♥."

Octavia's tiny smile, as she stepped up closer to the counter, was similarly crooked, yet warm.

"Well, at least some stealing is going on, so I was half right."

"And half-right," Shunsui stated, already setting out a line of cups as Octavia started to drift closer, so that, as he responded, he was already beginning to pour, "is still half-wrong, but it is important to celebrate even the smallest of victories ♥. And I think I know just the way how ♥."

He set down the jug, swept up the cups in his hand and shifted them to settle comfortably in his palm, before offering them out, surprising no one one.

"Sake," he quirked both a brow and a grin, feeling rather pleased that it seemed those words had been leaving his mouth much more lately than they sometimes had, "Octavia-chan ♥?"

"Sure," Octavia said, "even though insisted on saying I was half-wrong."

Despite the raspy drawl, her touch was as careful and deliberate as ever as she picked up the cup.

"Merely being truthful," Shunsui insisted, with his own drawl, significantly more playful, and a beam in his smile to match; he knew what followed couldn't be said with a straight face (which was, of course, also untrue, but anyway...), so he didn't even bother, "and honest, which are both qualities you know I hold very close and dear ♥."

He threw in a wink for good measure, before lifting his cup for that first sip, which was followed by a...perhaps slightly speculative look, behind all the amusement.

"Good day so far," he asked, "Octavia-chan?"

"I've had worse," Octavia replied, after her own first sip. Light (by her standards, anyway) and a little shruggy. "I guess I'm still kind of... finding my footing, again."

After the weekend.

"Mmmmm." Shunsui hummed thoughtfully into his next sip. "Always is a bit...disorienting, when our steps don't land quite where we expect them to, but at least there always seems to be..." A pause, a slight shift in his wording, with all things considered, "...something solid beneath our feet, regardless...♥."

"Something like that," Octavia replied, a little on the soft side of mild.

But she gave a little shrug, too.

"I don't know, I'm... working through it."

"...is it something," Shunsui ventured, "you'd like to talk about, Octavia-chan?"

The fact that she'd even mention it made him feel like she would, at the very least, be amenable to the idea, but he would always feel as though that amenability was quite the frail and delicate thing.

"I already kind of tried to," Octavia admitted, considering her cup. Trying for more of a wry tone. "With my therapist."

Who, by the way, was doing a stellar job rolling with everything Fandom added into the mix.

"It just seems like something... that's really hard to find words for, you know?"

"Mmmmm." Another thoughtful hum sent into another pensive sip. "The poet's frequent quandary, of properly putting to words the more...elusive depths of experience and emotion. I can't say I envy you, Octavia-chan..."

Although he rather wished his own feelings about the last weekend were as easily dismissed as absurd as he was pretending they could be.

"But I can say I am more than willing to lend an extra ear should you wish to continue to explore the possibilities. Better yet," a lift of the cup, and another wink with his refreshed grin, "I don't charge ♥.

"Or we can chat about things entirely unrelated. As always....lady's choice ♥."

"I don't pay for the therapy myself, either."

Because that was clearly the thing to take away from this, yes.

But Octavia's expression was turning a little more pensive, and a little softer again, as a result.

And Shunsui regarded that pensive turn of her expression with a bit more of a grin of his own, the kind that was dancing on the edge of pointing out some very tiny little...technicality of phrasing, but, well, he wouldn't want to tread all over what seemed to be more of her M.O.

So he just took his time, sipping his sake, and watching her with idle curiousness. After all, he was hardly one to want to rush through a conversation.

It took a moment, and Octavia sipping down the rest of what was in her cup.

"Even Lucifer was older," was what she landed on, softly, finally, as she set the cup down on the counter again. "I mean, even he looked older."

And whether or not setting the cup down was a request for a refill, Shunsui finished his own quickly emptied up beside it and reached for the jug to take care of them both.

"Which I assume," he mused as he poured, "is quite the notable change for a man of his..." He seemed to falter a little with what he felt was the right word. "...type. One would hardly expect a Soul like myself to age much in a mere twenty years, so I'd think the same would be said for him, neh?"

Octavia nodded, a small movement.

"I've met him before when he was... well, I guess he was supposed to be the celestial equivalent of a teenager?" she said. "He looked exactly the same then as he does now. He just let his hair be more curly then."

There was a long pause there, as Shunsui finished his pouring, and then reclaimed his cup. Took a small sip before asking what he figured would be the first question on the mind of any ancient supernatural being who'd had to contemplate his own eventual slow march toward a demise: "Was he mortal?"

Octavia had perhaps expected this question from him, of all people. Or could have, at least.

Her voice was a little smaller than she would have liked it to be. "I don't know."

And Shunsui had a feeling that she wasn't really sure if she even wanted to know. He looked at her for a brief, fleeting moment, before his shoulders lifted in a shrug.

"Well," he suggested, almost like an escape route, "I do know that some find maintaining the same look for millennia can get a bit...tedious, maybe a more....experienced, distinguished," here, there was a smirk and a duck of his head for the acknowledgement that himself didn't exactly come off as a spring chicken, but, then again, Souls did age, just at a remarkably slow rate, "look was just the thing ♥."

"I think Lucifer thinks it was just that, at least," Octavia said, still a little close to a murmur. "It's a thing he can do -- or more like a thing that he does, like, without realizing? Like his mind can affect his body."

But could he make himself mortal? She didn't know.

Would he make himself mortal, seemed to be the better question there.

"Isn't that just....natural, though?" Shunsui mused, lifting an eyebrow lightly. "When some people spend a good deal of time with each other, they tend to...pick up on certain features and traits. Why not little nuances of appearance, like aging and the like? Especially if its done with out realizing it, a part of him just merely wanted to match your pace....Certainly seems to make sense to me, Octavia-chan...."

"I didn't say it didn't," Octavia murmured, picking up her refilled cup again.

"No," Shunsui agreed, easily, and with his soft, beatific smile tilted her way, "you didn't ♥."

But she did say that she thought that was what Lucifer thought it was, which certainly did make a person wonder...

"And I," here, he had to chuckle, just a little, "didn't say that you didn't."

"Felt implied," Octavia muttered, and took a sip. Refocused.

Shrugged a little.

"It was just a weird, good thing. All of it."

"So, then...." said Shunsui, pausing a moment to bury a smirk in a sip. "What's the issue?"

Octavia shook her head, looking at the cup in her hand again. (It was for the best.) "There isn't an issue."

That would've been far too simple, being able to pinpoint anything and say it was an issue, rather than just one more piece of a mess of feelings.

"Maybe I should just save this for Dr. Baker."

Shunsui just shrugged a shoulder, though his came with another grin.

"Felt implied," he said, softly, pausing for another sip before adding, "And I guess that's why I am not a professional ♥."

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