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There was eggnog coming out of the pipes. A fact that made it really hard to either shower or cook, which meant Duke was feeling unfit for the company of man or beast just now, and was pondering sailing out past the edge of Fandom waters just to be able to use his boat's plumbing like a normal person.
Instead, he was lounging on his deck, watching the water, and idly plucking out a song on his guitar.
Maybe he'd take the boat out a little further. Take her somewhere warm for the winter holiday. He wondered if he could convince Octavia and Lucifer to join him. And wondered when his escape plans had started including taking other people along for the ride.
(Always. Since day one. He'd just been turned down enough over the years that he'd learned to stop asking. . . .)
[expecting one, but can be open as well]
Instead, he was lounging on his deck, watching the water, and idly plucking out a song on his guitar.
Maybe he'd take the boat out a little further. Take her somewhere warm for the winter holiday. He wondered if he could convince Octavia and Lucifer to join him. And wondered when his escape plans had started including taking other people along for the ride.
(Always. Since day one. He'd just been turned down enough over the years that he'd learned to stop asking. . . .)
[expecting one, but can be open as well]
