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[little_moons]

Over a year. A whole fucking year, and sometimes I'm still struck with how fucking normal my life's turned out to be. Take away the island bullshit, the dinosaurs and the sex changes and the body switches and the fucking magical regenerating condoms, and what've you got left? He goddamn twenty year old house-husband, running around on the beach

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[jdick]

"Doing some fucking sunbathing?" Joe asked as he approached Neil on the beach, pleased to see that Ozzy distracted Max from the beeline he made toward Joe by tackling him down into the sand. It was just like the fucking dogs to roll around, but he couldn't say he minded much. Least, not yet. Not until Ozzy tried to climb into Joe's bed all covered in sand from rolling around like a fucking retard.

[little_moons]

"Yeah, but I'm worried about the fucking tan lines," I snort, inching my trunks down just enough that a sliver of bright white skin peaks out next to my darker, tanned skin. A year on a fucking tropical island and living outside most of that time, I can't exactly look like the fucking walking dead anymore.

[jdick]

"More of your fucking skin than I ever needed to see," Joe replied, rolling his eyes before he invited himself to drop down in the sand beside Neil. He wasn't exactly dressed for the beach, but then again, he rarely was, and it didn't seem to bother him much. Tucked under one arm was the book from Dale on Buddhism, but it set it down on the sand, it's cover facing down.

[little_moons]

"Seen more than that," I point out, tipping my head back to look at him and squinting against the burn of the sun. Taking the joint from between my lips, I tuck it behind one ear, rolling up to sit and shifting around to face him. "What's that?" I ask, pointing lazily to the book he tossed down in the sand.

[jdick]

"Book, genius," Joe informed Neil with a smirk, looking amused. "You ever see one of these? C'mon, you're fucking in one, I figured you'd at least know what one was."

A second later, he picked up the book and flipped it toward Neil. "Got it from Dale. He thought I might like some of the shit in there." And, as it turned out, Dale knew him a hell of a lot better than most.

[little_moons]

"I know what a fucking book is," I snort, catching it against my chest and the flipping it down to look at the cover, "Huh. Anything worthwhile in here?"

Never really been big into religion or faith, whatever form in comes in.

[jdick]

"Yeah, I guess," Joe said with a bit of a shrug, glancing over at it. "There's a lot of shit in there that's sort of interesting. Never been big on religion, but this is kinda different." It didn't feel like any religion Joe knew about, it wasn't quite the same.

[little_moons]

"Huh," I say, leaning over the book in my lap as I thumb through the pages, glancing up at him with a little smile, "Joe Dick, the fucking pacifist."

[jdick]

With a soft snort and a roll of his eyes, Joe simply said, "Blow me, McCormick." He doubted he'd ever be able to be a pacifist, not when he liked hitting people so fucking much, but there was still some great stuff in that book.

[little_moons]

"Sorry, Joe. Not today," I say, tossing the book back to him with a smirk.

[jdick]

Joe caught the book and returned the smirk, then dropped it into the sand again. "I'm reading it 'cause Dale told me to. I'm fucking whipped. Pathetic, eh?"

[little_moons]

"Come on, man, you can't be blamed. Driven my true fucking love or whatever," I say, obviously teasing, "You're whipped, what the fuck's that make me?"

[jdick]

"Real fucking whipped?" Joe guessed with a wide grin, leaning back on his hands in the sand, looking amused. "Even more whipped than me? More whipped than the most whipped?"

[little_moons]

Barking out a laugh, I kick at him halfheartedly, flopping back over in the sand with a huff of breath. "Fuck off. Yeah, whatever, I admit it."

[jdick]

"Even when you admit it, it's fun to give you shit about it," Joe replied with another wide smile, his eyes briefly straying to the joint before he glanced away. He couldn't fucking smoke it with Neil, no matter how badly he wanted to.

[little_moons]

"Yeah, whatever," I mutter, letting out a sigh and stretching a little in the sun, "So, uh, I guess you talked to him 'bout him wanting kids and stuff."