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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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[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre was test-driving. After a lot of discussion, it had been decided that a sled was likely more suitable for sand and pathways than wheels, and so the girls were ensconced in a small, boxy sled complete with sun-canopy to keep the heat of the sun off of them. They seemed quite happy.

The first thing that Eostre knew about anybody else on the beach was Max coming bounding over her, standing up with his paws leaning against her thigh.

"Oh. Hallo, Max."

Eostre turned back towards the sled, took hold of the hand and pulled.

Eostre turned towards the sled, dug her heels into the sand and pulled.

[little_moons]

Tipping my head back to get a look at her, upside down and blurry in the sun, I mutter a warning, "Max, get the fuck over here," around the unlit joint between my lips. Then, figuring it's probably really fucked up to leave a woman with babies struggling in the sand, I roll over and push smoothly to my feet, making my way over to give her a hand.

"You planning on seeing if they float?" I ask with a smirk, one hand on the sled as I help her pull it over a bump in the sand.

[flowers_on_skin]

"All small mammals can swim, Neil," said Eostre, primly, although she did look relieved when they sled slid. "And the girls do have their swimsuits. Maybe I'll take them for a dip in a little while."

[little_moons]

"I can pretty much guarantee, you drop 'em in the water right now, they're not gonna do anything that even resembles swimming," I say, ducking down to look at 'em underneath their sun-shade, mouth curving into a reluctant smile.

[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.

[movieofourlife]

No matter what else happens, Wendy's got to admit she loves the little bastard. Bastard in this case, being McCormick, and even though this place has done something to him, or to them, or whatever, she misses him from time to time. Or all the time, or whatever the fucking hell.

Which is why she flops down on the sand next to him, still a collection of too much leg and boney ass in shorts and a swimsuit which no one can see cause she's not the hooker in their relationship.

"Dog, McCormick, perfecting your beach bunny looks?"

[little_moons]

"Dunno. 's it workin'?" I ask in all seriousness, quick little smirk making itself known as I squint up at her.

Too much fucking time passes between times I see her, and if I was gonna be all honest and shit, I'd admit that part of me wants to build a fucking extra room on our place and move her right the fuck into it. Year to get used to her being gone or not, the distance... the sorta weird awkwardness, sucks way more than I wanna think about.

[movieofourlife]

With a roll, she leans up on her arm and surveys him, making a noise and tilting her head.

"Good, I guess, the ears need work though, not fucking floppy enough," she tells him, leaning back again, a matching smirk on her face. Time flies, but hell, it doesn't fly in the comfortable sort of way.

[little_moons]

"Ha fucking ha," I mutter, reaching up to give her earlobe a tug, just to be a jackass. I pinch the joint between my fingers and hold it out to her wordlessly, folding one arm behind me head and ignoring the dog that suddenly flops over against my side.

[follyofyouth]

Laura recognizes that form the second she lays her peepers on it. She knows it too well not to, remembers what it's like on the other side of that mouth in more ways than one. It's an interesting turn of events, that's for damn sure. Time to break it up.

There's a smile curving her lips as she steps over to him, heels dangling from her fingers. She ain't got much use for those on a trek like this but she don't trust the populace enough to let 'em lay either. "Well, don't you look plenty comfortable," she says sweetly, and there's a thrill that runs through her at the idea of changing that.

[little_moons]

The girl's one I'm pretty sure I've never met in my fucking life, so the familiar tone in her voice sorta throws me off. Tilting my head back in the cradle of my arms, I look at her upside down, cute little thing carrying fucking high heels down the beach. I know from experience that walking in those damn things in the sand's a type of fucking torture that nobody should have to suffer through. Hell, walking on solid ground in 'em isn't much better.

"Uh, yeah... Guess I am," I mutter, unlit joint bobbing between my lips, Max wandering over to sniff at her curiously.

[follyofyouth]

Laura slips down to stroke the dog's head, offering a hand to that curious beezer. She'd'a never figured Brendan for a dog person, but she's got nothing against the mutt. It's almost freakishly cute, and animals are much less trouble than their keepers. "I wouldn't have thought you'd take to a joint like this."

She's on the eight ball on this one, thrown by an uncharacteristic current in his nonchalance, but it don't much show. If he's playing it like that, well, it's a game she knows well.

[little_moons]

It's pretty fucking obvious she thinks she knows me, doesn't take a fucking genius to see that, and my first thought is that it must be that fucking dickhead with glasses running 'round here, but really? Could be fucking anybody.

"Learn something everyday, don't you?" I answer, arching a brow at her.

[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.