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Back to drinking, smoking, and planning.

~~Junkyard Dog~~

Funny how they all kinda fit together.

At least the smoking and the drinking. Thank freaking god ya can still smoke in bars here. Not that I'm off to a bar, but, ya know. Ain't like the Apple, where ya gotta smoke outside. What the Hell's up with that shit?

I'm still not sure, I never thought that people who didn't care about what their liver had to do, ever really cared about what their lungs had to do, but hey, who am I to know? Maybe there really are some selectivly health conscious people.

Apparently, smokings more hazardous then drinking. Hell if I care, I'm still gonna do both.

So what's the planning part about?

Just planning some home improvements. And my next coupla sculptures need to be drawn up.

Home improvemnets like what? I just learned a hell of a lot about pipes and plumbing, well, maybe learned is a bit of an exageration.

Sculptures? What do you work with?

Some expansion, adding on a room. Working on the plumbing.

I work marble.

Sounds pretty cool. You'll deffinatly get to learn the names of all your favorite home depot people.

Got a favorite artist, I mean, besides yourself?

*smirks* Nah, the house staff will learn their names. I'm just making the lists and doing the work.

Always had an appreciation for the Greeks. No one in particular, really. And actually, I can't stand most of my stuff. Sometimes it feels like it's someone else doing it.

But half the fun is in shopping for the supplies, man. *grins* How else do you get to confuse a store full of people with one simple request?

Really? I don't know that I've ever hated anything I've written. Maybe thought it could've been better but, I always have the chance to re-work it if I need to. *shrugs* That might not be the case with marble.

*has a surprise in a big box standing behind him - there may be chirping involved*

*raises an eyebrow* Marius, why is ya ass chirping?

It is not my ass. *stands aside and opens small crate from the top to show a properly cared for smaller crate full of eight baby chicks*

I figured you should have a starter base for your chickens. You'll have to get your own rooster when they are old enough.

..if Leontius asks, I had nothing to do with this. *g*

*grins broadly and starts to hug him, then stops* Thanks, handsome. And gotcha, nothing to do with my chickens. *winks*

*makes an mmph sound and pats Bobby on the back*

Good man, carry on then.

*nods and collects the container, dragging it inside, talking low to the chicks* Ya guys are the lucky ones. Gonna be eating ya kids soon 'nough.

Planning what?

My safehouse.

Safehouse from what?

Ooh! Sounds exciting.

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