"Sometimes, James," Ainsley remarked as she followed the sound of his voice and discovered him with the dog, "I start to think that the only time I could ever find you with my eyes closed in a dark room would be by that smell." It was tinged with just a hint of annoyance and just as much fondness because this had been a part of him ever since she had known him and that felt like so long ago, now.
"You'd also hear me talking to my dogs about my underwear," Lennox pointed out with a lazy grin, looking up at Ainsley as she drew nearer. "Besides, this is like, my aroma now. What would you ever do if you didn't smell my pot?"
He thought she'd probably be pretty happy about the whole thing. After Chris had disappeared and he'd found himself unable to smoke anything, she had seemed pleased with him.
"I would think that you finally listened to your good friends and abandoned it for a life of purity?" Ainsley suggested with something like fond teasing in her voice. She would never ask him to truly give it up, not when she knew it was a part of him. "Or I'd think that maybe you just ran out."
"It's more realistic that I'd just run out," Lennox agreed with a grin, then patted the ground beside him so that Ainsley could join him. "So how're you doing? Anything new and exciting to tell me?"
"Nope. Feeling pretty freaking adequate, actually," Lennox replied, leaning back on his hands as he grinned over at Neil. He didn't mind sharing and he tipped his head back a little, waiting for the return of the joint. "Just telling the dogs that it's fun to wander around in your underwear. Freeing, you know?"
"Why the fuck even bother with underwear?" I ask with a smirk, taking a deep drag on the joint and then passing it back over. "I mean, if you really wanna go for freein'..."
"If I went around this place naked all the time, no one would get any work done," Lennox returned easily, taking the joint from Neil and sticking it between his lips again. "Everyone would just be distracted all the time. I couldn't do that.
"Maybe they do. It would explain the begging," Grigg pointed out as he approached Lennox.
He was feeling kind of good about himself, since not being directly or indirectly responsible for the accidental maiming of someone in over a month was a good thing to be able to say. Also there was Eden but that was a different thing all together.
His hands stuffed into the pockets of his shorts, she shrugged. "Then again, I'm not a dog expert."
"Hey, that's actually a good point," Lennox said thoughtfully, plucking the joint out of his mouth and putting it out in the dirt beside him. He knew Grigg had said before that it didn't bother him, but something continued to make Lennox put it out whenever his friend came around.
"Definitely something to think about," he continued, nodding. "So, hey, how've you been? Come take a load off and regale me with tales of something."
Sitting down on the dirt, Grigg rested his forearms on his folded knees. "Or read about," he added knowing that dog books shouldn't be that hard to find. Surely someone had written about dog psychology before.
"Um, I've been good. I went on a date which is better than nothing."
"A date?" Lennox asked, immediately brightening up even more. If Grigg had been on a date, that meant he'd gotten a little bit better at flirting, which Lennox was absolutely going to take credit for, even if he only took credit for it in his head. "With who? How'd it go? I wanna hear, man."
"Dogs don't worry about anything," Mike says, pausing on the way to the Compound to give King a scratch behind the ears. He grins up at Lennox. "They've got one over on us that way. What're you considering trying?"
"Nudity. Well, walking around in my underwear," Lennox answered with a bright grin for Mike as he held out the joint in offering. "I did it at that party the other night and it felt really fucking great, man. Really freeing. I didn't feel weird or anything." That may have been due to all the alcohol he'd downed and all the pot he'd smoked, but he smoked pot regularly and didn't often feel that great.
"There's kind of a big difference between nudity and underwear," he says, arching an eyebrow. He shrugs and takes the joint; might as well, since it's there. "Anyway, if you wanted to do that the rest of the time, I don't think anyone would care all that much." The Island is nothing if not one of the more tolerant places he's ever been.
"Yeah, but they're close," Lennox decided with a grin, then flopped back on the ground. "Underwear is closer to nudity than wearing clothes, right? But it might be too distracting to walk around in my underwear. Also, it'd be dangerous when I was building."
Frank had an amused smile playing on his face at Jim talking to his dogs, ever before he heard the subject of conversation. He caught from 'regression' onwards and stopped a little way from King, reaching to the sleeve of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his eyes. Running in island-heat was like running on coals sometimes, so it didn't make much difference.
"I have no stamp but I do have approval," he commented by way of greeting. "Scary adult emotions, eugh." He gave a fully body shiver.
"Hey, Frank," Lennox said cheerfully, tipping his head back to look at the other man. "My solution to the scary adult emotions is to walk around in our underwear. Wanna give it a try?"
Probably not the best way to start a conversation, but there were a few people on the island Lennox hadn't yet seen in their underwear and Frank was one he was sure he'd like to see in his underwear.
By now, Frank probably shouldn't be surprised at how often Lennox managed to surprise him but there he was, alarmed eyes widening briefly even as he fought back a laugh.
He rubbed his mouth for a moment then rested his hands on his waist, eyebrow quirking in an unspoken challenge. "How do you know I'm wearing any?"
"Hey, good one," Lennox said with a bright laugh, slapping his thigh in amusement. "I didn't expect that of you, but I gotta say, I appreciate it, man."
Tipping his head to the side, his grin grew wider and he lifted his eyebrows at Frank. "So... are you?"
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He thought she'd probably be pretty happy about the whole thing. After Chris had disappeared and he'd found himself unable to smoke anything, she had seemed pleased with him.
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It's a lazy sorta day and I've got enough of a break in responsibilities that I can get a little high if I wanna.
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He was feeling kind of good about himself, since not being directly or indirectly responsible for the accidental maiming of someone in over a month was a good thing to be able to say. Also there was Eden but that was a different thing all together.
His hands stuffed into the pockets of his shorts, she shrugged. "Then again, I'm not a dog expert."
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"Definitely something to think about," he continued, nodding. "So, hey, how've you been? Come take a load off and regale me with tales of something."
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"Um, I've been good. I went on a date which is better than nothing."
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"I have no stamp but I do have approval," he commented by way of greeting. "Scary adult emotions, eugh." He gave a fully body shiver.
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Probably not the best way to start a conversation, but there were a few people on the island Lennox hadn't yet seen in their underwear and Frank was one he was sure he'd like to see in his underwear.
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He rubbed his mouth for a moment then rested his hands on his waist, eyebrow quirking in an unspoken challenge. "How do you know I'm wearing any?"
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Tipping his head to the side, his grin grew wider and he lifted his eyebrows at Frank. "So... are you?"
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