He takes another puff, kind of nodding. "S'how I feel. Was born here, probably gonna die here too. S'fine. Like the sand and the waves enough. Company isn't too bad either." As if he keeps regular company. Maybe soon though. Who knows. He flicks the ashes, leaning back as he thinks. Used to have his siblings around but they've all gone off to do other things. Sure, he's got the little ones back home but he's not too keen on being around his parents anymore. Yeah, no, he's kind of alone isn't he? It suits him well enough though. No one to get hurt if he makes a mistake.
The swishing of the bottle catches his attention and he turns to look at it and then her. He raises one eyebrow, a common look really, "I suppose. Was pretty good rum. Do you have something in mind?" Locke sits back up, twisting to look at her more properly, trying to figure out what she's thinking.
The swishing of the bottle catches his attention and he turns to look at it and then her. He raises one eyebrow, a common look really, "I suppose. Was pretty good rum. Do you have something in mind?" Locke sits back up, twisting to look at her more properly, trying to figure out what she's thinking.
