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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[divingdeep]

There is that. A city's not a city empty. Though a beach on an island in the tropics is a nice place to spend some time without a crowd around.

[He flashes Angel a grin.]

When my old ship's crew had to careen her, they'd set up a tent on the beach, invite attractive company and hold a barbecue for the occasion. First one I was responsible for, I confess I didn't pay proper attention to the barbecue.

It turned out to cause some small problem, as I was the ship's cook at the time.

[harderdaddy]

Mmm, it does sound nice. Too bad I can' work on my tan no more.

[He snickers at the story, thinking it wasn't surprise at all that he'd found himself distracted.]

Ya seem to have had quite the excitin' life.

[divingdeep]

[For very different reasons than he's implying, but still.]

Not being the sort to live a safe and quiet life, I wanted to ensure I fit in as much living as possible on the off chance I caught a dagger in the back before becoming obscenely rich and retiring to a private island off the shores of sunny Spain.

[He grins at Angel, and, quite deliberately, stretches out his good leg to press the toe of his boot against Angel's ankle.]

[harderdaddy]

It sounds like the right way to go about livin'. Fittin' as much in while ya can.

[Angel does wish he'd been a little better about that instead of spending so much time trying to get high enough to forget the life he was leading.

His lips quirk at that press, casually returning the touch with those long legs of his.]

That still how you're livin' life?~

[divingdeep]

At this point, I think it's more how I'm living death. But it might as well be the same thing, considering.

A man's got to go after what he wants when he has the opportunity, or never get it.