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He wasn't sure if he ought to accept an offer like that...just...well, in case she decided to go strangle-happy again, but he didn't comment, nor did his let his expression betray that thought. Instead, he reached down towards her, locking his hands around her wrists and expecting her to do the same, then heaved her out with just a bit of strain.

"Itta jus' take a minute ta get dis filled in," he commented after letting her go, then pointing at the depression at the wall face. "Yous gonna get the stuff ta cover da whole thing, righ'?"

While Antony was gone, Jamal fell to his hands and knees, going to work on the crater with a slightly optimistic air. The trap had to work this time...after all the work they put into it... Of course, Jamal was giving more into the aspect of karma than of realistic trial and error. He felt like they deserved to have some luck about now.

When the woman returned, the black man was cautiously stamping the crumbled earth into a more solid mass, careful not to stress the vine-lashed wall supports unnecessarily. It was still obvious, at least to him, that there had been a fault there, but he knew better than to think an animal would notice. He just hoped that whatever was out there wouldn't cause a dirt-slide again if and when something fell in.

He grunted his agreement, quickly giving the space a bit more stamping until he was finally convinced that it wouldn't get better, but it could certainly get worse if he kept at it too long.

With the trap now baited for a second time, he was eager to also get away from the jungle and get clean. He smelt of musky earth and sweat which caused his nose to wrinkle in displeasure. Jamal was distinctly aware of his personal hygene now especially since he went those first few days absolutely disgusting.

Jamal followed after Antony, brushing his dusty, bruised hands on the jeans that were thrown over his shoulder.

He was a bit more slow about going off to bathe. As she tromped off to the ocean, he paused by the fire and tossed his jeans to the side. The blaze was small currently, having grown close to burning itself out whilst they were gone, so he fed it some more wood to keep it going.

For a few moments, he watched the flames, the light reflecting off the sheen of sweat that was drying on his dark skin, then reached for a bottle of booze. He didn't care what it was; he only wanted a swig, knowing that drinking excessively for no reason was stupid when alcohol had other uses. Jamal kicked the bottle back briefly, then swallowed with a slight hiss as he did so while the liquor burned a bit on the way down.

The bottle was handed over without comment and again he hid the uncertainty portrayed in his wary eyes by turning his head away and scooping his jeans up once more. He slipped away from the fire without a word, all but melting into the rapidly darkening horizon as he headed for the water. His lighter and joints had long been removed and hidden in a safe spot just at the jungle's edge since he knew his clothing would be getting impromptu washing until they finally could get into the duplexes.

He wasn't gone long; the dirt washed away easily with a mild sand scrub and his jeans could only get so clean after being used to haul rocks. His hair was slowly frizzing and turning into dreads at this point, the braids falling apart due to the lack of attention, the ocean water, and not having a pick to be able to brush it out. Nothing he could do about it.

Soon enough he was back to the fire, clad only in his boxers as the jeans were soon thrown up on the structure that Antony had arranged so they could dry. He didn't bother going to grab a coconut; the thought of the sickly sweet substance made his stomach clench and almost killed his appetite. Almost.

He pulled up a palm frond and took a seat, sitting with his legs propped up and setting his crossed arms on top of his knees.

Jamal wasn't sure how to respond really. He knew she was sorry, but still...that whole thing was ******** scary. He'd never have thought that she'd go nuts like that and do as much damage as she did.

The black man turned his head to look at her as she picked at her coconut, resting a cheek on the smooth flesh of his arm. "I know dat, I know," he said as though he was reassuring himself more than her. It was just so...awkward.

"You do dat," he mumbled, turning his head away now to prop his chin on the crossed forearms held up by his knees. He could understand she was tired and wouldn't keep her awake.

The hunched position didn't feel the best on his sore and bruised back, but he didn't feel like lying down right then. Jamal was content to watch the fire burn and send thick smoke into the evening air, the light reflecting brightly on his dark eyes, giving them an eerie sort of appearance when coupled with the shadows that were thrown on his face from the firelight.