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
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Really, it's a lot more like a yelp.
"What the hell was that?" she asks, glancing between Sean and the trees, though she has a decent idea of what it was anyway. The wildlife is insane around here. Retrieving the book, she continues walking over, waving it at him. "I take it this is yours."
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She was red-faced as she picked the book up and took it over to Sean. "I've had worse things thrown at me," she said, as she offered it back. "Was it really that bad?" Jo hadn't seen the monkey, as she'd not been looking in the right direction, so assumed Sean had been the one to throw it.
ooc: No long weekends here until Easter :(
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In pursuit of that, she was going to the compound to gather food, though it was a somewhat indirect path. The beach was pleasant this time of day and Rollo enjoyed a good game of fetch, so she thought she'd go there first and then go to the compound.
She hadn't quite expected a monkey to chuck Sean's book at her, but Rollo had, apparently. He jumped in the air to catch the book in his teeth, then landed smoothly and loped along to give it back to Sean.
"It's quite alright," she called back. "One can't really control the monkeys, after all."
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"If one could control the monkeys, wouldn't one be the Witch from that old American film? The one who was green?" she asked. "And I'm sorry if there are any teeth marks. We've been working on that, but sometimes he forgets not to bite down on things too hard."
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