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Alright...this was getting a little ridiculous. Obviously nothing useful was being shared between the two at this point and he was getting irritated over all the tension. He grunted to himself and closed his eyes, trying to shut them both out for now.

"Bye now," Antony said, aware of just how immature she was being, but not caring in the least.

After Joli left, Antony made sure to absently jab her elbow into Jamal. Make sure if he wasn't dead.

"To make sure you weren't dead," she said absently, getting a rather displeasing waft of Jamal Stank and making a face.

Enough was enough, "You smell... Bad." It was for the greater good, like... Her sanity, and maybe even her nose.

"Because you were EMOING at me!" She retorted before feeling him try and stand up. Antony was quick to react, and immediately straddled his back in order to hold him down, "You can't walk Jamal..."

And Awen would throw a shitfit if she saw me helping your naked a** down to the surf, she thought to herself.

"But I don't want you to ******** your ankle up more," she said with a frown before sighing, mentally debating whether she should let him go or not.

"Oh fine," she grunted, rolling her eyes and then pushing herself to her feet, surveying the situation, "But I'm going to help you damnit."

Antony offered him a help up after shedding her pants, so what if someone saw her a**.

Anjali twitched in her sleep, then shivered. Was the wind getting cold? The fire out?

... no, it wasn't, she saw as she roused blearily. Furthermore, someone else had joined them, she could see them over by the edge of the beach... but not quite make them out.

Ugh. She felt warm then, then cold, then warm again. What was going on? She was far too young for hot flashes.

She reached to rub at her bare ams and flinched away as her hands touched something sticky. Her first thought was sap...

Sap...

"ANTONY!" Anjali shouted suddenly, staring at her hands in the firelight. Was it just a trick of the light, or were they... greenish? They were certainly tingling bizzarely at the tips, and aching in a way that was somehow subtly different from the abused-muscle feeling in the rest of her body.

Jamal had ALMOST made it to the water but heard the loud "ANTONY" yell from futher up the beach, so he sort of stutter-stepped and nearly tripped face-first into the sand. Instead, he managed to catch himself with his hands and a knee and save himself the embarrassment.

"What da HELL, I thought you gonna help," he snapped as he struggled to get up, still dressed in his boxers, which were on the verge of falling off his rear. He couldn't wash by himself because he'd probably drown on accident since he was a lousy swimmer AND his ankle hurt too bad to tread water should he get pulled out deeper than he could handle.

What was the big deal anyway?

He peered up the beach at Anjali, who looked somewhat scared, and noted Antony had stopped stock-still not far. He was obviously missing something.

He cursed to himself and started back up the beach, tugging his boxers back up as to not scare Anjali anymore than she appeared to be, limping like a lame plow horse towards the two women.