The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Wednesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

There were bags all over the Rouge. Duke was doing his best to ignore them. He had a standing appointment with Octavia for breakfast, so he was just going to focus on getting ready for that, and not the very large suitcase with a particular tattoo embroidered onto the front of it. Or any of the myriad other bags and crates and trunks and cases taking up most of the counter and floor space of his galley.

Really. He had an entire hold for these sorts of things. The island dumping them in his living space was just rude.

[for one!]

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[betterthanaplan]

"Because Fandom thinks its funny."

Universe's favorite punching bag was a low blow, Fandom.

[okteiviakom]

"How is it supposed to be funny?"

The little coin purse type thing at her feet with the words perennial outsider was a nice touch.

[betterthanaplan]

"It's a pun," Duke said. "Emotional baggage." He shook his head. "Low hanging fruit, if you ask me."

[okteiviakom]

"Right," Octavia said.

Then she reached out with one hand.

"Coffee?"

[betterthanaplan]

"Coffee, right." Duke handed her one mug and took a big sip of his own. Ignoring the family history of addiction bag that appeared on the liquor cabinet.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took a sip of her own. Looked around at the bags, a little absently.

It was still quite a few bags.

[betterthanaplan]

It was a lot of bags. Not even including the ones she'd brought with her. Which he still hadn't realized weren't more of his own.

"Think I might spend the day in town. Or maybe in the woods." He gestured around. "Somewhere that all of this isn't."

That perennial flight risk bag was just unnecessary, Fandom.

[okteiviakom]

"Sounds like a decent idea," Octavia replied, mildly.

Fandom didn't actually tend to like letting people off that easy.

[betterthanaplan]

"Should, uh. We try moving breakfast to the Samsara instead?" Duke asked. There was a little denial change purse on the counter by the coffee pot now.

[okteiviakom]

Tiny shrug.

"If you think that'll help."

[betterthanaplan]

"You okay?" Duke asked. He'd asked her some version of that every morning this week, and wasn't really expecting much of an answer, no. But he'd more than earned that only value in service to others steamer trunk in the corner.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took a sip before looking up at him again. Her lips twisted faintly into something that was supposed to look reassuring.

"Just tired."

It was very similar to what he'd gotten the other times he'd asked, yes.

[betterthanaplan]

"C'mere," Duke said, holding out his hand for her. They sometimes did better at these sorts of conversations when they were holding each other.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took his hand. Let him draw her closer.

Starved for intimacy, read an overnight bag on the floor a little to the left of her.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke settled his arms around her waist. Then noticed another intimacy related bag on the other side of the room. He looked at the one by her feet again, then at her.

". . . I think some of these might be yours."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pressed her face against his chest.

"Oh."

She didn't sound surprised. She didn't sound particularly anything.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke stroked her hair and tried not to look at all the bags around them both. Tried not to guess which ones belonged to whom.

They were pretty fucked up, weren't they.

[okteiviakom]

All of Octavia's were red. Some lighter, some darker, some leaning a little more towards brown, like dried blood. But all of them red.

And the big trunks hadn't even shown up yet. The permanently broken clutch was downright elegant compared to what could still be in store.

Octavia sighed against his chest.

[betterthanaplan]

". . . Wanna just go back to bed for awhile?" Duke suggested.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's nod didn't require her to look up either. "Sure."

Because surely no baggage could lurk there.

[betterthanaplan]

Of course not!

Duke tugged her in that direction, moving slowly so she didn't have to pull away if she didn't want to. And to make sure neither of them got tripped up by more bags.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did actually look where she was going, after about the first half a step or so, not wanting to have to rely entirely on him.

A bag declaring refuses to ask for help nearly got underfoot almost immediately.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke spotted it. And with a rueful snort, he shifted his grip on her so he could scoop her up into the air.

She didn't have to ask for help if he just gave it to her, right?

[okteiviakom]

It probably didn't work like that.

But Octavia allowed herself to be picked up. What would have been the point in fighting it?

[betterthanaplan]

Duke could navigate a bit faster now, and made it to the bedroom without incident.

And hissed out a soft curse at the getting used for sex bag sitting smack in the middle of the bed.