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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[my_own_advocate]

"Then let's get out of this luggage-strewn mess and into the pillow room," Lucifer suggested.