[BBS/ Action]

[om_nom_namur]

[BBS]

Tuesday/thursday morning biology 101 students i got your tests graded and im working on your papers. Ha! You guys are funny. Did good on your tests but youre papers suck. Seriously yall need to come talk to me or instructor enpecee cuz i dont think a single one of yalls got a damn clue what we been talking about. Aint got an office tho so im set up here on the beach. Bring something to drink and something to write with and we'll get ya up to speed.

[Action]

[As promised in the BBS post, Namur can be found chilling in a big hammock strung up between two trees. The papers he's in the process of grading are piled in a folder with a rock dropped on top to keep them from blowing away, the ones already graded in a similar folder. He's got his laptop and a couple text books in the hammock with him, one he's using as a hard backing to write on, a few bright red pens scattered over the lot, and a couple of water bottles in a pile at the foot of one of the trees. Yes, he's wearing the shades Thatch gave him for his birthday. Do feel free to come and bother him for fish caught in a net puns whatever reason. He'll appreciate it.]

Comments

[thatched]

[hello Namur. Have a Thatch flopping lengthwise over your belly and just sort of hanging there like a limp fish, fingertips brushing the ground.]

Save me from myself.

[om_nom_namur]

[Oof! Bro, plz.]

Y' tryin' t' off yerself? I'll crash at yer place for awhile if y' need.

[He taps the back end of the pen just under his mouth, then makes a mark in the middle of the paragraph he's reading.]

[thatched]

Ace is crashing there. And he wants me. I love him but I'm too old for this.

[Also Marco and Grell, but that was another story. Speaking of Ace, though. He shifts a little to root in his pocket and pulls out a little wrapped box which he waves blindly in the general direction of Namur's face.]

I got you a little something. Sorry for kicking you in the face and making you worry.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur clicks his pen closed, stuffs the paper into the book, and lays them on the ground, nearly upsetting the hammock in the process. Then he takes the box and, predictably, shakes it before opening. It's full of erasers designed to look like sushi, and Namur laughs.]

Great, use these durin' classes an' I'll be hungry the whole time.

[He sets the lid back on the top and sets them in the sand next to one of the folders, then stretches his legs and drapes his arms over Thatch's back.]

If yer too old what's that make me?

[Well, Namur used to be technically older. Time Compression probably messed that up somewhere.]

Shit, Thatch. We're jus' gettin' started. Once we're old as Pops, then we can say we're too old for shit.

[thatched]

They're cute. [and that's the whole point. Plus watching Namur using the tiny erasers would be amusing though he might just display them. He grunts softly as Namur leans on him, wishing faintly that Namur was as big as Pops so Thatch wouldn't stand out as much]

I feel old. [though that wasn't quite as true any more. Well--it was but. He sighs and folds his hands on top of his head.] A few months ago it was just us...

[and now--just when things got settled, someone came crashing into him from the side. It was good--but jarring. Too much changing too quickly.]

[om_nom_namur]

Didn't say they weren't!

[Namur doesn't really get the draw of cute unless it's a girl, but hey. Maybe he'll pass one or two of them on to a cute girl and that's a win, right?]

Yeah, jus' the two a us. Half starvin' an' freezin' miles away from the sea. Was kind a fun scarin' the shit out a them bigass birds when I borrowed their waterin' troughs t' soak my gills in for a bit...

[If it were manly and tough to giggle that's what Namur'd be doing right now. Cuz those damn birds made hilarious noises when they went to drink and found a shark in the bottom of their trough. But that's not what's important now. Namur slips an arm beneath his head, making it a little more comfortable to lean back but still see Thatch. He's not usually one to lay on his back due to his dorsal fin, but the hammock makes it doable.]

So what's buggin' y' 'bout Ace showin' up?

[thatched]

Poor Chocobo.

[He didn't really like them much either, though he couldn't say why. He was glad they were here with the others. Of course he was. It just made things more complicated]

We should throw a party for Sparks. Something big. You guys could even go surfing, aye? [well, more accurately, Ace could surf and Namur could have fun in the wave and keep a beady little eye on their reckless baby Firefist so that he wouldn't drown.]

Action

[fierybluebird]

[Perches on Namur as a phoenix and curls up to sleep.]

Action

[om_nom_namur]

[Pokes him in the side with the ink side of his pen.]

Oi, damn sparklebird. Yer shitty feathers're in the way.

Action

[fierybluebird]

[DUDE. That's the point. Marco refuses to move, and instead bends over to give Namur a look. You want him to move? MAKE HIM.]

Action

[om_nom_namur]

[Colors big red splotches on Marco's feathers. FIGHT HIM. >:D]

Re: Action

[fierybluebird]

[SCREECHES AND FLAILS OH HIS FUCKING GOD YOU PUT RED ON HIM YOU JERK! Have a light birdie kick and more irritable squawking.]

Action

[om_nom_namur]

[WORTH IT!]

[Also Namur is purposely tipping the hammock over. Turn into a human or get crushed, Glitterbrain.]

*BOTHER*

[fionna_time]

[She was BORED Namur, and can you blame her? All she did lately was study or sometimes do some crazy junk with Pinkie Pie, who was awesome. She had to bug someone!]

Hey. Hey. Hey Namur. C'mon, let's doo something!

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur's brow knit in the center.]

Maaaan I'm never goin' t' get these damn things done.

[He doesn't sound very annoyed though.]

What up, Fionna? Got somethin' in mind?

[fionna_time]

YEAH! Anything dude! We gotta have fun! You don't wanna grade papers all day, do ya?

[om_nom_namur]

[Snerk.]

Anythin' ain't all that helpful, girlie. Y' want t' dance, go find some shits t' fight, go for a swim, what?

[Meantime, he's making a few more marks on the paper he was grading. Or maybe he'd been bored shitless and forgot what he was reading and had just started doodling instead. Whatever.]

[fionna_time]

[Fionna places a hand over his papers and set them aside].

Man, we should spar! I'll be fun!

[om_nom_namur]

[He lets the papers go without protest, and grabs a full water bottle to drop on top so they don't blow away.]

I'm bait for a fight. Want t' use GFs or jus' pound on each other the old fashioned way?

[tempesting]

Shouldn't you be a little more encouraging to your students?

bbs or action?

[om_nom_namur]

Told em they done good on their tests...

bbs

[tempesting]

Doesn't make up for you saying they did really bad, first. They might get teased back of it, now.

bbs

[om_nom_namur]

They been putting up with my shit all term. Pretty sure they can handle just about anything

My students are tough

And smart

Just need a bit of getting things straitened out before finals

bbs

[tempesting]

If you're sure. Finals put a lot of pressure on them and sometimes it can make them "crack" as you teachers are so fond of saying.

bbs

[om_nom_namur]

You rather i dont say nothing and let them all fail for real?