Miguel doesn't know why he keeps coming back here, when the stream running away from it passes so much closer to the hut, and the other waterfall is marginally closer
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With his t-shirt slung over his shoulder, a joint dangling from the corner of his mouth as one almost always is, Lennox is heading home. Stepping over a log to get off the path, he turns toward the waterfall, thinking maybe he'll splash some water over his face quickly or just do something to cool down, because it's always fucking hot around these parts and all he does all day is work in the sun.
When he finds Miguel there, he doesn't even stop in surprise, just wanders over to the edge and crouches down beside a rock, grinning around his joint. "C'mon, you gotta know this is near my place now," he says, sitting down so he can take off his shoes. It's sort of different this time around, no animals to distract them, but also no animals to use as a buffer if things get weird or awkward.
In lieu of any sort of greeting, Miguel ducks under the water, trying to look like he'd about to anyway, a sullen embarrassment chewing up his guts. In the time it takes to swim some distance away from Jim, surface and shake the water from his hair, he tries to let the feeling go instead of wrestling it into submission. That'd just make him nervous.
"It's near a lot of places, he answers across the water, tilting his head back in a gentle, almost habitual challenge.
A grin spreads across his face at that, completely unbidden, but Lennox can't help it. It's a good feeling, that sense of a challenge, the idea that Miguel maybe wants to be pursued even if he's not about to own up to it. He might be completely off, but it's a nice idea anyway, and he's going to hold onto it.
One shoe is off and the other follows a second later, thumping dully against the ground. "Yeah, but it looks like I'm the only one walking by," he points out, finally thinking to stub out the half-smoked joint in the dirt before he slips into the water.
"So where's your cat?" he asks, still grinning as he ducks into the water until his shoulders are covered. "And your rabbit?"
Challenge met, then: there's the awkward sense of being backed into a corner, but it's not that bad, and much as he hates to be alone, Miguel is no stranger to company, is always looking for it on some level. But here's the tinfoil feeling, so thick it's like he's breathing it in, like it's coming up off the water and he thinks, I wish my dosage were higher, and, I wish he hadn't put down the joint. And, stop being a pussy, because some day he has to grow up and deal with life without being on something.
It's not like he didn't come here on purpose, whatever purpose it is. Not like he didn't go home with Jim on purpose in the first place. "Where're your dogs," he counters--likely in their hut, same as his. Ducking under again, he catches a mouthful of water, swallows to keep his throat from drying out.
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When he finds Miguel there, he doesn't even stop in surprise, just wanders over to the edge and crouches down beside a rock, grinning around his joint. "C'mon, you gotta know this is near my place now," he says, sitting down so he can take off his shoes. It's sort of different this time around, no animals to distract them, but also no animals to use as a buffer if things get weird or awkward.
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"It's near a lot of places, he answers across the water, tilting his head back in a gentle, almost habitual challenge.
He did say he might be hard to get.
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One shoe is off and the other follows a second later, thumping dully against the ground. "Yeah, but it looks like I'm the only one walking by," he points out, finally thinking to stub out the half-smoked joint in the dirt before he slips into the water.
"So where's your cat?" he asks, still grinning as he ducks into the water until his shoulders are covered. "And your rabbit?"
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It's not like he didn't come here on purpose, whatever purpose it is. Not like he didn't go home with Jim on purpose in the first place. "Where're your dogs," he counters--likely in their hut, same as his. Ducking under again, he catches a mouthful of water, swallows to keep his throat from drying out.
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