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[om_nom_namur]

[Saturday means no classes if you've worked hard and made sure you got your school shit done. An acquired boombox means unending music. And a fishman in the mood to celebrate means that passersby will learn something about Namur that they may not have known before now.

Specifically, Shark's Got Moves.

He records himself through a couple songs, and posts it to the network as if everybody in Garden wasn't already aware of what he's doing. Those inclined to jump in, feel free! He likes watching as much as he likes showing off. So come on down, be amazed, maybe give a high five. It's his birthday, after all, and instead of angsting over getting older, Namur wants to revel in the fact that holy shit, it's been 37 years since his Ma spawned him, and he's not dead yet!]

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[fierybluebird]

[Sitting nearby to watch and cheer you on. In between running about doing party preparations for later tonight that is.]

Happy thirty-seventh little bro!

[om_nom_namur]

Y' oughta get down here, Featherhead. Ain't birds all about this kind a shit?

[He knows Marco can bust a groove when he wants to.]

[fierybluebird]

Of course, but I wouldn't want to show you up on your own birthday.

Think you can handle this?

[He will challenge you to a dance off bro, can you handle that?]

[om_nom_namur]

[DANCE OFF!]

Hell yes! Let's see what y' got. Been a few years without me 'round. Bet yer rustier 'n' a tin can at the bottom a the sea.

[He backflips over to the boombox and TURNS THAT BEAT UP LOUD.]

[fierybluebird]

I'll have you know I had top marks in all the dancing classes here. That is how I wooed Grell. [That and she bit his tail and tried to kill him with a chainsaw. Well whatever. Semantics.] Remind me to thank Izou.

[He appreciates that beat bro, because he is going to go nuts.]

[Okay, so it's the wrong kind of dance, but still, isn't it impressive that he's doing this outdoors? In sandals? It's totally impressive. You don't even know.]

[om_nom_namur]

[He'll see that riverdance and raise you some dubstep. Look at how he makes it look like he's underwater when clearly that is not currently the case. Smooth.]

Sheheheh Come on Featherhead! Let's see y' top that!

[thatched]

[Don't mind him. Taking a break himself and giving Marco the eyebrow lift that means the party preparations are nearing completion. He'll just sit back and watch, sipping a beer and deadpanning at you guys]

[fierybluebird]

[Don't you eyebrow arch and deadpan at him, Mister! That's his job!]

[And here we've run into Marco's dance weakness. He can tango, he can hop, he can do acrobatic flips and all sorts of ridiculousness, and his samba is practically legendary, but all things modern? Not so much. He's old, okay! In his day dance was all about wooing ladies! And thus most of his best dance moves require a second person! He skims through the cds, and whistles for Thatch to come join him.]

Can you still swing? Dance I mean, not married couples.

[For now, at least, he'll do some warm up flips.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Flips are good enough. Don't worry, Namur will keep the small crowd of curious and/or horrified people entertained while Marco and Thatch get themselves ready.]

[thatched]

I told you about Gold Port. [Well not yet, but he will] And that's not swinging music. And my hair is good tonight.I don't want to ruin it.

[fierybluebird]

Namur, remind your brother that the best hair comes from flips -- oh fine, Thatch just be my swing partner, you won't have to do any flips, eh? I promise. [MARCO WILL DO THEM ALL. And even be the girl.]

[thatched]

Like you'd be one to talk, Pineapple. [But he finished his beer, loosened his neckerchief and crossed the space to take Marco's hand] Better keep up, pigeon.

[He twirls him in, dropping a kiss on his cheek before twirling out again and getting serious]

[om_nom_namur]

[WELL THAT'S BETTER AT LEAST. If Namur could whistle, he would, just to be a punk. But okay, he can kind of match that style. Cuz he's a bro like that.]