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The Cape Rouge, Monday morning
Jan. 11th, 2021 12:31 pmSo Duke was once again his adult self. This time with 100% less waking up in a random warehouse in town. He lay in bed silently for a long time, just running over the events of the weekend in his head.
Lucifer was -- probably not actually going to kill him. Which was very weird to think about. And he'd cried -- actually sobbed -- on Octavia. Which was less weird, but still out of the ordinary.
Over all though . . . it hadn't been terrible. Certainly better than most of his weekends spent in Haven at that age.
He rolled out of bed slowly, tugging the sweatpants he'd slept in back into place over his ass. (Unlike grown Duke, wee Duke was not in the habit of sleeping "in the raw".) After some luxurious stretches (wee Duke also tended to skip the yoga), he shuffled out into the galley to survey just how much damage he managed to do.
Well, at least coffee supplies looked okay. He got a pot started, then went in search of where Octavia had ended up crashing for the night.
[for the one in the narrative!]
Lucifer was -- probably not actually going to kill him. Which was very weird to think about. And he'd cried -- actually sobbed -- on Octavia. Which was less weird, but still out of the ordinary.
Over all though . . . it hadn't been terrible. Certainly better than most of his weekends spent in Haven at that age.
He rolled out of bed slowly, tugging the sweatpants he'd slept in back into place over his ass. (Unlike grown Duke, wee Duke was not in the habit of sleeping "in the raw".) After some luxurious stretches (wee Duke also tended to skip the yoga), he shuffled out into the galley to survey just how much damage he managed to do.
Well, at least coffee supplies looked okay. He got a pot started, then went in search of where Octavia had ended up crashing for the night.
[for the one in the narrative!]