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"Could be worse," he said absently as he dropped his pant leg and leaned back, fingers curling into the sand behind him as his arms went back for support. He wasn't sure how much worse it could get, but...at least they were stuck together instead of opposite sides of the island, they did have some food, a fire, and booze.

His dark skin had seemingly darkened several shades due to the amount of sun he was getting and being shirtless since arriving outside his duplex that one morning. How he hadn't burnt was a mystery; even black men sunburn given the right conditions. However, the effect of a richer, darker skin color made his tattoos less pronounced than usual to his chagrin.

He idly considered smoking one of the remaining joints that sat in his pocket for the sake of something to do, but wondered if he ought to save it when he -really- needed it. Like...if someone else transformed in front of his very eyes. That called for a smoke like no other.

He shrugged noncommittally and leaned forward again, hunching over in an indian-style position with his hands resting lightly on his thighs. He wasn't pleased that Awen had refused their help, but he understood somewhat where she was coming from. At least, he figured anyway. Seemed like she was trying to save what little of her pride was left. The thought was highly depressive...the use of "Your Girl" only made him wince; he highly doubted Awen was ANYTHING like that now.

Instead, he spoke appreciatively, keeping those thoughts to himself and substituting with less private thoughts. "I know you tried. Ain't yo' fault she's all mad. I know she's real mad at me 'n' I guess she jus' wanted ta prove maybe da she don't need me no more o' sumthin'. She ain't normally like dat..."

Well, she ain't neva' been cheated on b'fo...that's prolly why...

He snorted and shook his head slightly. "Yeah, yo right...I'm stupid fo' thinkin' I could change ma'self like dat. Thought I could do it...but ******** it. I ain't gonna make dat mistake again. Ain't likely I'm gonna have ta worry 'bout it no more anyway..."

...god, thinking about all this really made him want to have a smoke, be it a cigarette or otherwise. He pulled out a slightly mashed joint, one of maybe three or four, and rolled it between his fingers as he eyed it contemplatively. Maybe a hit or two...then save the rest for later...

"Yeah, dat's what I'm afraid of," he said in morose response to her comment of being out here for while. Jamal did put it away after some serious mental debate; there was certainly going to be a time when he'd -really- need it, he decided. Now wasn't the time.

"Yo' back both'rin' ya?" inquired Jamal impishly, deciding a subject change was best right now. "My hands are magic~" He gave her a cheesy grin, throwing back one of her lines that she'd used on him the other day.

No one could resist the magic hands~

"If ya had had said no, I'd have figured you had ta be sick," he said cheerily, putting aside the depressing topic of being stuck in the wilderness and angry girlfriends for an excuse to get his hands on her. Bwaha...not like he needed one...

He scooted over and straddled her behind, sitting carefully because he was pretty big in comparison to her but putting most of his weight on his knees. If anything, he could crack her back too since she was lying down.

Experienced fingers immediately started at her lower back, as that seemed to give her the most grief, and he started to knead the muscle there. It felt tight and knotted, which was no surprise considering all the hard labor she'd done the past few days. Christ, falling out of a palm tree couldn't be good for one's back either.

He worked from her spine outwards, using his thumbs for the more intensive work there, alternating between circles and back and forth motions as he went. Slowly the tension eased and as it did, he slowly worked his way up. Her lower back required a bit more work than he had originally guessd, but soon enough he was to her mid-back.

Jamal had to scoot forward to be able to reach well enough to put the proper effort into the massage, hovering on his knees over the portion of her back that he had just vacated.

Jamal was well aware of the effects and aftereffects of a good massage and they weren't at all a problem to him. A back massage gave him something else to focus on other than their situation, plus he could probably sneak in some self-satisfying gropes if he wanted...which he did manage whilst working up her mid-back and sides. Hehe.

He worked the muscle over her shoulder blades now, fingers moving in very slow, wide circles as he alternated between clockwise and counter-clockwise motions, working now from the outside in towards her neck, where he lessened the force he worked with, but still made it effective.

Jamal paused his massage, nearing the end anyway, and acquired a positively angelic expression. Whatever could she want? He faintly wondered if he was going to get smacked for taking advantage of her, but...

Using his hands to support himself, he scooted forward again so he could peer at her from over her shoulder, still on his knees as well so he was semi-straddling her back.

"Yes~?" He retained his angelic expression, though his eyes had acquired their characteristic impish glint despite his facade.