[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]

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.]

[om_nom_namur]

That ain't what I asked.

[Namur pinches Thatch's side for being dodgy, but otherwise lets the matter drop. Pushing Thatch won't get him anywhere.]

Prob'ly a good idea though. Party's a good way t' meet people, an' since we're all technically on the same team gettin' t' know the others that ain't family's goin' t' be important too. Y' goin' t' do 'nother beach thing or y' want t' think a some other gimmick t' get people comin' along?

[thatched]

[Thatch grunts and flops more or less gracefully to the ground, partly to give Namur some breathing room and partly to get away from his pinching. He props his chin on the backs of his hands.]

Dunno. Grell is planning most of it. Maybe you guys should get together. [he grinned up at Namur and wriggled his eyebrows] Have some bonding time.

[om_nom_namur]

Tch, if we're talkin' 'bout yer version a bondin' time, no thanks.

[He scrubs his hands over his face.]

Uuugh but I do need t' find a way t' make peace with her. An' Toby, though that's goin' t' be even harder cuz a the damn peeper rat.

[thatched]

Make up with her? and Toby? [Thatch sat up. Had he fallen out of the loop somehow] What did you do? You didn't try to bite Pika-lady, did you?

[om_nom_namur]

[snerk]

Naw. But I'm goin' t' one a these days if she don't stop chuckin' that damn lightnin' at me.

[Let's just say they don't get along at a primal level. Namur is a born predator, Pikachu a defender against predators.]

But naw it's jus' that if we're goin' t' be family, we got t' have each others' backs, y' know? An' they ain't goin' t' trust me with theirs unless we find a way t'... I don't know. Accept each other, I guess. Sounds stupid, but whatever. Y' know what I mean.

[thatched]

Aye.... [Thatch laid back, looking up at Namur. He folded his arms behind his head. That was always the hardest part. Getting along with the people that annoyed the piss out of you, the ones you weren't quite sure how to relate to anymore.]

You'll be fine. [he reaches up and nudges Namur's butt with his foot, sending the hammock swinging lightly] Everyone comes to love the Namu-chan eventually. You are the long suffering grey rock in the sea of trouble.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur leisurely kicks at Thatch's foot with his own, even though he has to sit up just a little bit in order to do so.]

Y' still on 'bout that Namu shit? Man I tell y'. Y' hook up with one orca girl once an' it never goes away. Ain't my fault they drop their Rs. Jus' kinda one a them things.

[thatched]

[he chuckles] She was a looker, though. [he sits up as well as far as he's able and wraps his arms around Namur, hammock and all, poking his nose into the back of Namur's neck]

Iyan! Namu-mu! Take me to the stars! ~<3

[om_nom_namur]

[slkdkfjal]

Damn it, Thatch, y' dumbass! Say that kind a shit t' Marco, not me!

[thatched]

Forgetting our love so easily, Namu-mu? My heart! [but he lets the Fishman go and flops back on the grass]

I bet your a lousy kisser anyway.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur turns over in the hammock, treating Thatch to a decidedly less than amused pokerface.]

Wouldn't know. Never kissed me t' find out. Y' better not be leavin' buttprints on my students' papers.

[thatched]

[that evil grin? It spells your doom, Namur]

Only one way to find out.

[and he grabs Namur's face, just under the gills and gives him a big old exaggerated smooch on the li-- just under the nose]

[om_nom_namur]

[NICE TRY SUCKER NAMUR DOESN'T HAVE- oh.

Yeah, alright fine. Namur returns the kiss.

With a fist to Thatch's damn face.]

[thatched]

[ow shit! Thatch falls back laughing and clutching his nose, even as blood seeps through his fingers.]

Sorry sorry. [he holds up a clean hand]

I'll make it up to you. Want to go out to that sushi shack? My treat.

[but first]

Also I probably need a tissue.

[om_nom_namur]

[Please ignore the fact that pretty much all of Namur's face is nearly matching his gills. He's actually rather pissed.]

So go get one dumbass.

[He grits his teeth, and less than gently rolls Thatch off one of the piles of papers, grabs one to grade, and pointedly gets to work, his back to Thatch.]

Can at least trust y' t' not try stickin' 'round like a shitty moron when yer drippin' blood, right?

[thatched]

[it's a pretty clear indication to get lost. Though he's not entirely sure what the problem is. He'd just been joking around-- He lets Namur push him around then stands, pinching his nose closed]

Yeah sure. [he's not entirely sure what to apologize for so he just shrugs awkwardly] See you later then.

[om_nom_namur]

[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.]

[thatched]

[Thatch had retreated back into his room, feeling chastened and wondering how to make it up to Namur that wouldn't make the Fishman punch him. He washed his face to get rid of the worst of the blood and tried to get down to work, but popped open a bottle of wine from the fridge and sat on the couch instead. Damn. Why was everything a mess these days]

[om_nom_namur]

[He kicks Thatch's door then lets himself in, slipping his bag off his shoulder and only barely remembering not to outright chuck it behind the couch. He perches on the back, not wanting to slip down and get his fin nestled in the corner just yet, in case Thatch kicks him out, but still enough to make his intention to maintain proximity clear.]

Sorry I punched y' in the face, bro. Didn't break nothin', right?

[thatched]

[he's a little surprised at the thudding kick on his door. Not because he didn't know who it was but because he did. He absently scratched at his chin with the pen as Namur came sauntering in, parking himself on the back of the couch. He smiles briefly at the Fishman's words]

A little tap like that? Barely felt it. [he looked back down at the pen and began to fiddle with it, twisting the cap back and forth] Sorry I got carried away. It was a stupid joke.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur takes that as a cue that he will not be summarily dismissed, and slides down to sit almost properly, facing Thatch.]

Figured it might be, but I couldn't tell right at first. Y' play lots a weirdass games, Thatch, 'n' I ain't ever sure when yer playin' me like y' do everyone else an' when yer bein' legit. If y' want attention jus' come say it. Y' know I'd drop all that stuff if y' come up an' say "let's go for a walk", right?

[thatched]

[Weird ass games? He'd be lying if he said he understood completely what Namur was talking about. There was a lot that he did that could be defined as 'weird ass games' but--the definition of that wasn't important right now.]

If it was legit, you'd know it. I have no intention of doing anything weird with you. You're entirely too rugged for my tastes. [Sorry, Namur. It seemed like he really couldn't say anything without-- saying something like that, too.

He rested his arms on the table and his chin on his arms as he peered at Namur]

I don't need attention. What made you think I needed attention? I'm perfectly fine.

[seriously. honestly. mostly.]