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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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[canaan_divided]

The sun's in just the right place in the sky where Mamet can approach Neil and not cast a shadow across him. Quick-like, he plucks the joint from Neil's mouth and sits back on the sand with it.

"Howdy," he says, since he's wearing his cowboy boots and all.

[little_moons]

"Hey!" I say, half fucking yelp, rolling up onto my elbows and blinking at him with a glare that's actually kind of a smirk, "What, can't say please?"

[canaan_divided]

"Never heard of it. What is that, Japanese?" Mamet says lightly, and rolls the joint between his index and middle fingers.

[little_moons]

"Yeah, fucking Japanese," I say, rolling my eyes and holding the lighter out to him with a smirk.

[canaan_divided]

Mamet takes a hit and offers it over, looking amused. "You know any other languages?"

[little_moons]

"Thanks," I say, taking the joint from him, lips curving even more, "You know that one?"

Max comes wandering over, sniffing at him like crazy, tail flopping all over the fucking place.

"For real? Took Spanish in high school... 'Least, I was supposed to. I don't remember a fucking thing." Christ, I don't even remember if I ever went.

[canaan_divided]

"I have a vague sense of the meaning," Mamet answers with a half-grin.

He reaches over and scratches Max behind the ears, petting his back.

"All they teach you is shit like 'the waste-paper basket is empty' anyway. I know some French," he adds.

[little_moons]

"Well, come on. Let's hear some," I say, grinning right back at him.

[canaan_divided]

Mamet makes a face, and ducks his head a little. "Um, okay. Bon jour, ah...comment allez-vous? Enchanté, Neil."

"That's what I get for living in Canada, I guess," he adds with a shy smile.

[little_moons]

Taking a drag off the joint and coughing out a laugh, I pass it over with a grin, smoke curling out of my nose and grinning lips.

"All you fucking Canadians. Taking over the goddamn island."

[canaan_divided]

"You just have Canada-envy," Mamet says, taking the joint and pointing it at Neil before taking a drag. "It's a serious disease. Makes you yearn for...for hockey and beavers."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, I pretty much keep away from beavers," I say with a smirk.

That one time sure as shit doesn't count.

[canaan_divided]

Mamet laughs softly, and passes the joint back. "You're missing out," he teases.

[little_moons]

"Tried it once. Not really my thing," I shrug, taking the joint back with a grin.