American Visionary Art Museum, Baltimore, Wednesday

[betterthanaplan]

Duke looked up thoughtfully at the fifteen foot pink poodle that stared out through the windowed wall opposite the front doors to the American Visionary Art Museum. The wall behind him glinted in the bright sunlight, thanks to the massive mosaic that covered it, made of broken glass, metal, and miscellaneous found objects.

"This is already my favorite art museum, ever."

[for him who is downtown with him, or texts or calls or what-have-you!]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, well. Those can hurt you the worst," Lucifer said quietly.

Perhaps whatever implications laid in Duke's words had simply bounced off of his dense head. Or perhaps they'd gone where they did whenever Octavia was explicit about it, that tiny place deep inside of himself labeled unworthy where pretty declarations went to die.

Whichever it was, he didn't seem rattled. Just thoughtful.

"I'm not saying you should break up with her, to be clear," he said. "Just that I understand, I suppose. Why something like this makes you feel that way."

[betterthanaplan]

Well. At least Duke hadn't scared him off.

He looked at the art again.

"What do you think I should do?"

[my_own_advocate]

"In case you didn't realize from my prior monologue, I'm generally more on the Octavia end of these kinds of problems," Lucifer pointed out. "But... I do know she knows she did wrong, here. So you should at least talk to her, and..."

And what?

Could he think of anything else that might be helpful?

"And focus more on the things that make you happy that don't revolve around her, I suppose."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke huffed softly through his nose. "Saying stuff like that is how you'll end up dragged out on a fishing boat later."

[my_own_advocate]

"You know what the really irritating thing is about years of therapy and personal growth?" Lucifer said. "That I would let you. Which is perverse, objectively speaking."

[betterthanaplan]

"We could rent a skipjack," Duke said, cheering up with the teasing. "Go oystering."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oystering, he says," Lucifer groaned. "Of course I saved us both from a week of hormonal torment on the island only to run straight into your genuine bizarre kinks."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke laughed, full-bellied and loud.

[my_own_advocate]

(That was good, Lucifer registered in the back of his head. Laughing. And not the desperate kind Duke sometimes fell into.)

"Was this museum not enough for you to get your rocks off?" Lucifer asked him, fighting his mouth's desire to twitch into a smile.

He was unsuccesful.

[betterthanaplan]

"Nope," Duke said cheerfully. "Think of this as . . . foreplay."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, you're not getting Jesus's sandy love mountain anywhere near my parsnip," Lucifer informed him.

[betterthanaplan]

"There are just so many levels of innuendo to unpack there," Duke said, chuckling. "Okay, we'll move further away from the Christian hippies. Check out the gift shop, maybe."

It was sure to be tacky as all hell.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're going to buy things, aren't you," Lucifer said, no question mark involved. "Go on, let's see what you're going to be torturing me with."

And with that, Duke got a playful shove towards next section.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke laughed again, less heartily but just as honest, and headed down the hall. Veering playfully over to shove Lucifer back.