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[om_nom_namur]

They brought my CDs and the dumb*** crown from homecoming but not my boombox, are you ******** me? Also someone teach me this dumb new language's cuss words. This is whale****.

[Oh look, someone just barely got through being processed and into a room and is finally able to go through the personal items the fleet nabbed for him from his previous world.]

Phoenix or Whitebeard Pirates, gimme a holler too. Now how d' I turn this **** thing off? This button he-

Comments

1/3

[fionna_time]

NAMUR?

[A long pause, and then...]

Re: 2/3

[fionna_time]

YES!

Re: 3/3

[fionna_time]

I can't believe it, you're finally here! Marco was right!

[om_nom_namur]

[Well, this place just got like 5000% more bearable if Fionna and Marco are both here.]

Heya Smolt! Jus' got in on the late train, I guess. Where y' all at?

[fionna_time]

I got an apartment, and you know that Marco is totes holed up with wife! She's here too, and so's Espio! I an send you coordinates to come over if ya want!

[om_nom_namur]

[So that just leaves Ace and Thatch...

Well.

Shit, that's a wound he'd hoped he wouldn't have to open up again. But, hell. He got a couple more years out of Thatch, and a couple more months out of Ace, when he would have given anything for a single day, so Namur figures he can't complain too much.

He swallows hard, takes a deep breath, and forces himself to smile through to his voice.]

Anywhere's better'n this place sweetheart. 'S like they're designed t' make y' wanna get out soon as y' can.

[fionna_time]

I sorta take it as it comes, you know? No point in crying about what you can't fix. Fought off some nasty robot guys, partied in a club, even went to some festival and took a ship! It was pretty cool! Mostly I've been working so far though.

[Sends him the directions to get him over to her, and is casually not on the edge of her seat].

[om_nom_namur]

Hey, fightin' an' clubbin' an' stealin' a ship ain't bad. Sheheheh! Where'd y' end up workin'?

[It takes him awhile. This place is totally new, but once Namur figures out that the map has different levels as well as a grid, he's able to find himself on it and make his way to her apartment with few mishaps.

He knocks once on the door and leans against the frame to wait.]

[fionna_time]

I'm workin in the- [She stops short, hearing the knock, and rushes to the door and wrenches it open.

Ok, so really, she should have just been more chill about this whole thing, but seeing him again just made her remember the garden, and she just smiled a moment, happy. She would have kissed him but, well, she didn't want to seem desperate].

So. How are you feeling?

[om_nom_namur]

[He can still smell-taste her hormones, though, dumbass. Namur smirks, drops his shoulder, and rushes her, just for the thrill. He picks her up and sets her on the back of a couch or on top of a counter or whatever's available to give her a bit of height, then slips his arms around her waist.]

Had better days, but.

[He presses his forehead against hers and nudges her nose a little.]

I'm glad t' see y'. Gotta be stuck in some shitty Scrotum Fleet, least I get t' have y' with me.

[fionna_time]

[Oh yeah. It took her a moment to remember he could do that. So annoying.

But she never minded when he picked her up, and having his arms around her just felt right now. It helped that she had missed him enough that her feelings were genuine.]

Yeah, and all the others. There's a few good guys I just met too!

[om_nom_namur]

[He chuckles.]

'S that why it smells like 'nother dude in here? Damn girl. Look at y' go! Sheheheh!

[fionna_time]

Wait, what?

No man! That's just my pal Mathieu!

[om_nom_namur]

[And the chuckling turns to laughter.]

Mathieu?

[Namur tickles her sides. Yes, he can hear the super special spelling, even if there's no way in hell he'd ever guess it.]

Is he a smartass? Needed a bit a intellectual lovin', huh? Sheheheheheh!

[fionna_time]

NO eheheha! Stop! He's a lion!

[She was practically rolling off the couch].

Not likely-heehee! He's a kid like me!

[om_nom_namur]

Didn't stop y' none 'fore.

[Namur moves around and flops his shoulder down on top of her.]

Where's Marco an' Grell an' Espio livin'? Oughta be close by, right?

[abtakha]

Why the kuso you pinche wanna cuss in the same foxtrot language as everyone else anyway?

[om_nom_namur]

Cuz it sounds dumb as **** when y' say it like that. 'S gotta have flow, catch me? Jus' don't sound right mixin' it up.

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[redcinemareel]

[She recognizes that voice anywhere!]

Namur?

[Did Marco do something right with this whole playing with time business?]

[Video btw!]

[redcinemareel]

Hmm, I wasn't aware there was a language filter on these devices.

[Not that she curses enough to care, but it may be something she can circumvent for him. He just doesn't sound the same without his colorful words!]

[om_nom_namur]

[Wow, look at that! Video's an option! Namur doesn't know how to switch it over though, so he stays on audio for the time being.]

Grell!

[Oh good, someone else he knows.]

Uhh... don't think there's any ****** filters on here, otherwise that other maid's swears wouldn't a made it through. Right?

[Maaan he's not even here a day and he's got computer problems. Sort of. Maybe.]

[voice]

[espio]

You're late.

[voice]

[om_nom_namur]

[Oh good, someone who will understand him in his own language.]

Time Compression's a bitch. Whaddy' want?

[espio]

Can't I just say hi?

[Voice]

[om_nom_namur]

Yeah. [He clicks his tongue.] Hey. How y' doin'?