The Cape Rouge, Monday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

So after a brief attempt to outrun his baggage resulted in running into Dwight in the park and then feeling guilty for abandoning Lucifer (he hadn't noticed the "compulsive need to take care of others" fanny pack that had strapped itself around his waist, too distracted by that ever-present weight of the silver "killer destiny (literally)" chest), Duke was back at his boat, doing his best not to fall down the stairs to the deck under all that weight.

"Luce?" he called. "Uh, honey, I'm home?"

[for the boyfriend!]

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[okteiviakom]

And Octavia? Why, she was having the time of her little raccoon life out on the deck, making a nest out of little pouches, most of which said things like robbed of a shiny thing and not allowed to eat out of the trash.

She remained blissfully unaware that there were any messages on them at all, as she was currently unable to read.

Just another decent day in the life of Raccoontavia.

[betterthanaplan]

But were they shaped like raccoons?

A porg trotted by, gnawing on the corner of a little pouch labeled "wished he could fly". It was probably one of Duke's.

Probably.