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Sean would never classify himself as a smoker outside of the odd special occasion, but when the universe decides to dump several containers of high-end pipe tobacco in a man's lap, who the hell is he to let it go to waste? It's still more than a little strange, being in possession of his father's pipe after it's supposedly already been passed down to his own daughter, but strange has long since been a way of life for him, and actually using the damn thing seems to make it easier to handle, in some way. Better than just hanging on to it as some sort of morbid curiosity, anyway.
Normally he'd be off at his own place, but seeing as he's not the only one to spend significant amounts of time there these days, he figures he can at least do the courtesy of taking it outside, and he's found himself a nice shady spot to sit at the treeline just off the beach where he can kick back with with a tin of Cherry Cavendish and a copy of You Only Live Twice. He might be loathe to admit it more than he has to, mostly out of some absurd fear of jinxing things, but sometimes life can be pretty darn good. Setting the book down for just a moment to relight his pipe, he hums absently to himself, smoke still curling pleasantly upwards.
"What a day this has been, what a rare mood 'm in, why it's almos' like bein' in lo- bastard!" Of course, life can also still be as ridiculous and frustrating as ever, so naturally, the moment he manages to get the thing lit again, one of those damn monkeys sees fit to dart out of the jungle, grab his book off the ground, chuck it towards a figure coming up along the beach, and disappear back into the trees before Sean can say 'boo'.
"Sorry 'bout that!" he calls, making a face. Not that it's his fault.
[How in the hell has he not had an EP since June? Fail, me. Open all through the long weekend and Valentine's Day insanity.]
Normally he'd be off at his own place, but seeing as he's not the only one to spend significant amounts of time there these days, he figures he can at least do the courtesy of taking it outside, and he's found himself a nice shady spot to sit at the treeline just off the beach where he can kick back with with a tin of Cherry Cavendish and a copy of You Only Live Twice. He might be loathe to admit it more than he has to, mostly out of some absurd fear of jinxing things, but sometimes life can be pretty darn good. Setting the book down for just a moment to relight his pipe, he hums absently to himself, smoke still curling pleasantly upwards.
"What a day this has been, what a rare mood 'm in, why it's almos' like bein' in lo- bastard!" Of course, life can also still be as ridiculous and frustrating as ever, so naturally, the moment he manages to get the thing lit again, one of those damn monkeys sees fit to dart out of the jungle, grab his book off the ground, chuck it towards a figure coming up along the beach, and disappear back into the trees before Sean can say 'boo'.
"Sorry 'bout that!" he calls, making a face. Not that it's his fault.
[How in the hell has he not had an EP since June? Fail, me. Open all through the long weekend and Valentine's Day insanity.]