[Mohammed throws a second stone quickly, but it also skips three times. He pauses, takes a third stone, and waits. This takes concentration, like any other hobby. It's not mindless stone throwing.
He takes a large step back and throws the stone hard. He loses count after the fourth tap, but he's certain it's more than five.]
[ well, crap. he probably wasn't listening as intently as he could have been there, but it did sound like a good amount. the question's met with a shrug; feeling through with stone throwing himself, he laces his hands behind his head. ]
Pretty sure! [ mostly. ] 'Grats on another square filled, huh?
Thank you for that. [John hasn't quite made it to the friend level where Mohammed can just say "thanks", but he'll get there one day.] I'll repay that if Jim ends up giving me anything good in return.
[ he tips his hat, then to shove his hands into his pockets. he figures it's probably about time to get going, anyway... ]
Jim, give somethin' good? [ there's a skeptical raise of an eyebrow along with a smirk. ] Well. You don't gotta do that, but on the off chance that there's enough to go 'round, then...
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He takes a large step back and throws the stone hard. He loses count after the fourth tap, but he's certain it's more than five.]
Was that enough? [He asks John.]
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Pretty sure! [ mostly. ] 'Grats on another square filled, huh?
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[ he tips his hat, then to shove his hands into his pockets. he figures it's probably about time to get going, anyway... ]
Jim, give somethin' good? [ there's a skeptical raise of an eyebrow along with a smirk. ] Well. You don't gotta do that, but on the off chance that there's enough to go 'round, then...
[ well. ]