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The Boardwalk, Sunday Afternoon
For a person who spent a lot of her time nearby at the docks, Octavia didn't tend to visit the boardwalk much. Not when it wasn't just barely dawn and she was walking along it as part of her usual daily patrol before anyone else was even awake, and there was no one else there, anyway.
But this afternoon, she was there, taking in how it looked on a calm and quiet Sunday afternoon. No particular reason, and she was likely to end up at the Rouge later, but for now... There was something about the boardwalk that had called to her.
Maybe it was the snacks.
Because right this moment, she wasn't walking. She'd bought a funnel cake on a whim, and had stopped to stand by the railing overlooking the water to enjoy it. Or at least eat it. So far, she wasn't very impressed with it.
But like with so many things lately, she was glad she was here to get to try it.
[ooc: Ooopen.]
But this afternoon, she was there, taking in how it looked on a calm and quiet Sunday afternoon. No particular reason, and she was likely to end up at the Rouge later, but for now... There was something about the boardwalk that had called to her.
Maybe it was the snacks.
Because right this moment, she wasn't walking. She'd bought a funnel cake on a whim, and had stopped to stand by the railing overlooking the water to enjoy it. Or at least eat it. So far, she wasn't very impressed with it.
But like with so many things lately, she was glad she was here to get to try it.
[ooc: Ooopen.]
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Lucifer was out for a stroll, in the sense that he had just done some shopping and he was now on the way towards what the island claimed was 'fine dining'. But Octavia peering at the horizon holding a funnel cake? How could one not crack a joke?
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If not her voice. "Well, I tend to get along with birds, so..." she drawled.
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Probably never would try one again now, either. Still, she broke off another piece and popped it in her mouth.
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Lucifer, not everybody got up at noon.
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"Lucifer, it's the afternoon."
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It's not you, Liam. It's Lucifer's deeply self-centered obliviousness.
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Owner? Not technically. Employee? He'd rather shoot himself.
"... investor."
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No handshake offered, because that was a human thing Liam still found vaguely distasteful and avoided whenever he could.
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"Any good?" he nodded at the funnel cake. Her expression hinted at otherwise, but that didn't always mean anything.
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He was still right, though. "Not really. It's mostly just weird." She gave him a little nod. "Hey, Liam."
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"I'll cross it off the list of things to try," he said, shaking his head. A beat, then: "What is it?"
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And she'd been becoming something of an aficionado, as of late. Though only in very specific circumstances.
"You want to try a piece anyway?"
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"Sure."
Liam was forgetting two things: one, that the funnel cake Verity was familiar with was the kind that came from an actual family-owned carnival, and not some franchised shop, and two... Verity's idea of 'good' included things like 'leftover pizza omelettes'.
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"Fair warning, it doesn't taste like much."
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"You're not wrong," he said, shaking his head. "It's just... fried dough."
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