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Hunched over the small garden near his hut in the Hamlet, Lennox could feel his shoulders and the back of his neck beginning to burn in the sun. It had been a long time since he'd ended up with a sunburn on the island, but it had also been a long time since he'd worked for five hours in the sun without taking a break. Even the building crew broke for lunch or for water, heading into the shade of the trees every so often so that they wouldn't end up as red as lobsters.
But this was different. This garden was his baby -- aside from Hal, of course, who was lying nearby in the shade -- and it was about time for Lennox to begin harvesting again. Drying the pot on the island was always a bit more work than it had been back home, but he managed and the garden continued to grow and flourish. Without a regular supply of the stuff, Lennox wasn't sure what he'd do and he thought maybe that was some kind of sign that he needed to stop smoking, but he never really entertained that thought for long.
He likely never would.
Considering the size of his garden now, he didn't mind supplying island residents with pot if they asked. It wasn't quite the same as it had been back home, he wasn't getting money for it and he wasn't doing drug runs for guys who could hire muscle, but it was close enough and he liked it. He especially liked that there were no more drug runs for guys who could hire muscle.
Singing under his breath, just loud enough for it to carry on the breeze, Lennox continued to work, pausing occasionally to wipe sweat off his forehead as he ignored the way his shoulders continued to burn.
[He's tending to his little garden in the Hamlet. ST/LT fine by me. Great time to meet him, especially if your pup wants him to supply them with pot. :D]
But this was different. This garden was his baby -- aside from Hal, of course, who was lying nearby in the shade -- and it was about time for Lennox to begin harvesting again. Drying the pot on the island was always a bit more work than it had been back home, but he managed and the garden continued to grow and flourish. Without a regular supply of the stuff, Lennox wasn't sure what he'd do and he thought maybe that was some kind of sign that he needed to stop smoking, but he never really entertained that thought for long.
He likely never would.
Considering the size of his garden now, he didn't mind supplying island residents with pot if they asked. It wasn't quite the same as it had been back home, he wasn't getting money for it and he wasn't doing drug runs for guys who could hire muscle, but it was close enough and he liked it. He especially liked that there were no more drug runs for guys who could hire muscle.
Singing under his breath, just loud enough for it to carry on the breeze, Lennox continued to work, pausing occasionally to wipe sweat off his forehead as he ignored the way his shoulders continued to burn.
[He's tending to his little garden in the Hamlet. ST/LT fine by me. Great time to meet him, especially if your pup wants him to supply them with pot. :D]