[Namur does his best to pay attention to the paper, but after the first page he's only reading it in order to give Thatch time to get himself cleaned up. He doesn't appreciate Thatch kissing him, but hell. That's just the sort of shit Thatch pulls when he needs attention. After a few more minutes of being flopped rather unceremoniously in the hammock, Namur picks up the papers, pens, books, laptop and water bottles, and stuffs them in a bag. He slings the bag over his shoulder and heads after Thatch, following the subtle taste of his blood in the air.]
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