betterthanaplan | The Cape Rouge, Tuesday afternoon

Duke was having one of those days. The ones where he was still in bed well after his partners had gotten up to start their days. The ones where he would quite possibly still be there when they came back to bed in the evening.

Some days he'd push himself, even when he was in this mood, and manage to crawl out of bed at least long enough to rub his brush over his teeth in the bathroom and shove a spoonful of peanut butter into him, without either Lucifer or Octavia having to push him through it.

He wasn't sure yet if this would be that sort of this sort of day, yet.

The singing, though. That part was new.

"What's the blues, when you've got the greys?
I think I've given up, my body's given in,
In a building, i lie still, and then i turn back over again
In a building that has heating
And sweat sweat sweat sweat dried-on stains."

He managed to sit up, though his body felt like it weighed approximately three tons. (Like it might capsize his boat if he moved around too much. And wouldn't that maybe be nice?)

"I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
And you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuck
And it won't work its way through my guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon thought maybe today
That the world might be a more colorful place
But there's no luck, it's still just grey."

He slumped at the end of the bed, staring at the door to the rest of the boat.

"Come back here."

[for anyone with a reason to show up, sure!]

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okteiviakom

It was one of those days.

And eventually, this was one of the days Octavia showed up in the doorway, with a glass of juice and sandwich in hand.

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betterthanaplan

Duke let out a sigh and attempted a smile for her. Maybe a "thank you".

Or, you know, maybe he'd sing some more.

"What's the blues, when you've got the greys?
Much less productive than hardship and pain
In a building, where I lie still,
Just before i turn over again."

He pressed both hands to his face. Well. It wasn't like this would surprise her, would it?

From:

okteiviakom

The singing part, maybe.

The sentiment, no. Not even a little bit.

She held back a sigh, and stepped up to the bed, then slid onto it, careful not to spill any juice as she did.

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betterthanaplan

She didn't leave.

He wasn't surprised, but he was grateful. A bit. Under the, you know, grey.

"Oh, what's the blues here when you've got the greys
I don't have much of a story to say
I just sit around at night and avoid day
If i feel anything it at all it would be to get up
And avoid conversation and human contact
Cause you can't touch the world if you can't feel pain. . . ."

He managed to lift his head and look at her.

"You came back here."

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okteiviakom

Octavia hadn't left in a while, and it had never really been for... this.

She tried on a weak smile that didn't entirely reach her eyes. "Brought food and drink." Because it hadn't seemed like he was going to come out and get it.