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[dontgiveafock]

[From the vegetable patch outside of Joe's kitchen, one might hear a stream of angry curses accompanied by the cawing of crows and the occasional dull thud of a large blunt object. A closer inspection would find Joe himself brandishing a shovel and fighting off a swarm of birds from his garden. On a spit over a fire is a sharksheep, the proposed

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[vivenieta]

Are you alright?

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[dontgiveafock]

[No. By this point he's sitting inside staring out at the havoc in the garden. Joe might be sulking.]

A might pissed off.

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[vivenieta]

I can try to catch another sheep?

But the dogs will make a mess.

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[dontgiveafock]

How about you and I try to catch one. Just us.

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[vivenieta]

Be careful Joe. You sound like you are asking me on a date.

Or do you really need help with fishing?

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[dontgiveafock]

You know me, Ni. I'm fockin' hopeless at pretty much everything.

[Pause. Smirk.]

And what if I were?

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[vivenieta]

Maybe you would not be so helpless if you had remembered that you have guns.

[Sometimes it is like he is trying to cause her worry.]

I think that I would like fishing with you, if you bring them.

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[dontgiveafock]

I remembered! I just... haven't had a chance to go get 'em yet. Wasn't exactly expectin' this to happen y'know.

[Joe can't help but be a little embarrassed. He scratches his head though she can't see. Fancy forgetting the guns. With all the newcomers around, Joe's been keeping a better eye on his weaponry.]

You free now?

[Believe it or not, he's trying not to sound too eager.]

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[vivenieta]

There is a time that you expect to be attacked by crows?

[She pauses.]

I will meet you in fifteen minutes?

[That will give her time to tie the dogs up.

And maybe also to get some clean clothes.

But tying the dogs up is the real reason! Honestly.]

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[dontgiveafock]

Meet ya by the stable entrance.

[Grin. Grin. Grin. Can Nieta hear the grin?

Giving up on the garden and the original sharksheep, Joe dashes back to his room, slaps a bit of water on his face to clean up and grabs his guns. A little later, he's heading for the stables with a rifle slung over his shoulder and a freshly rolled cigarette between his lips.

He's definitely happier than he was an hour ago.]

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[vivenieta]

[By the stable entrance, she is, in a fresh shirt, leggings and boots.

They will be hunting sharksheep after all. It would not be a very good idea to wear a dress.

She has not brought a dog, but she has brought bait. A pail of ground dog meat sits by her feet.]

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[dontgiveafock]

[Joe grins at the sight of her and then nods to the bucket.]

Swapped yer entourage for chum, eh Ni?

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[vivenieta]

[She matches his grin with hers.]

I did not want the entourage to be the chum.

And then there would not be much meat for our guests.

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[dontgiveafock]

[Joe chuckles and heads inside, intent of grabbing some fishing poles before heading out to where the sharksheep are.]

True enough. C'mon then. Let's see what we can get.

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[vivenieta]

[Nieta was not thinking of fishing poles.]

Do you think maybe that we should find something to drive?

[She did not want to be chum either.]