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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-

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[Erk! That was not what he meant but okay. Credits. They gave him some of those to get an apartment or something. Well, he can stash his stuff somewhere and crash with people too, so it's no big deal.]

Let's hit the town, sweetheart! Feelin' kinda sluggish as hell but I'll sleep it off t'morrow. Sheheheh!

[He would already know Fionna had no problem having him around].

We could try the bar, Quarks! I hear it gets pretty interesting in there!

A'ight then. Quark's it is! But first-

[Namur wraps his arms around her shoulders and rolls her over onto the floor to give her a long, sensual- well, bite. But she knows what he means by it, that's what's important.]

Firs-gahh!

[That took her by surprise, and in a bad way: she arched her back, gritting her teeth]

Thought you said you were tired or somethin'.

[Ohh, that is not the reaction he expected. Namur lifts up and sniffs, making sure it's just physical pain and not fear or revulsion, then carefully shifts himself off to the side, subdued.]

Yeah, but. Think I'd let that get in the way when there's a hot maid willin' t' hit the town with me? Please.

[Yup, she's still tender from that fight a little while ago, believe it or not]

Nah, I guess not! Still, glad you didn't forget abut me!

[She'd have been pissed of course, because anyone could attest she had constantly been thinking of him].

[Now he looks all kinds of confused.]

How the hell'm I gonna forget y' in less'n a day? How long y' been here?

Pfft! How do I know how much time's passed! For all I knew you were sailin' around finding wenches and junk!

Love it how y' never actually answered my damn question. 'S it some shitty secret? Y' ain't any older so it couldn't a been years or somethin'.

Oh. Right.

A month, actually.

Huh. Damn. Well I wasn't sleepin' that long, I'd be buzzin' this joint like Marco on caffeine.

[Namur runs the backs of his fingers over her cheek. What happened before was just because she was out of practice, maybe. He hopes she's still okay with him showing affection. It wasn't some response to her true feelings, buried in an attempt to prove to him how "grown up" she is, right?

Damn, girls can be annoying sometimes. Even when they don't mean to be.]

Didn't hurt y' too much t' go out, did I?

Yeah, I don't doubt that!

Nah, I guess I got injured more than I thought, you know? I should know when I gotta take it easy.

[He smiles, and starts playing with the lock of hair that's always sticking out of her hat.]

Oh yeah, y' said somethin' 'bout a fight. Did y' win?

Yeah, mostly! Lots of robots, but I had this one other robot guy who was brought here that helped me out! He's my bud now!

[She blew her hair a little, giggling].

[Namur slowly inches closer, eyes locked on Fionna's, his breath ghosting over her cheek. He runs his fingers up under her chin, lifting it so their noses almost touch.]

[Then he pulls her hat off, vaults to his feet, and runs for the door.]

[Ok, so he still knew how to work his magic. The jerk. The awesome, sharky, buff, grumbling jerk that she missed, and ah man he's getting close ah stuff...

And then off came her hat].

WHA-YOU ASS! [She roared, stifling the laugh as she tore after him]

[Namur has no idea where he's going annnnd he kind of left his fake baby den den mushi in Fionna's room so he just randomly starts barreling down random streets. And through a tunnel? Wow, north sure did just change directions when the gravity well of one generator gave way to the gravity well of a different one. Namur stumbles a little and shakes his head, reorienting himself. This area looks like a bigass park, or farmland. He turns around to run backwards to see how close Fi's following, and falls right into an artificial pond.]

[Getting a jump on her is one thing, but outrunning her is another: anyone fooled by Fionna's physique would learn quickly the girl's speed was not lacking. She was quick, and she knew this place better than he did, and so she's mere feet from him when he falls into the pond. Well good for you Namur: she would be grabbing her hat right now if she wasn't on the floor laughing her butt off].

[Yes, but now that stupid hat is drenched. As is Namur but he kind of likes it that way, being a fishman and all. He gets himself turned fin-up and dives, letting the water work its way through his gills and getting a nice taste before jamming Fionna's hat into his pocket and returning to the surface empty handed, but arms outstretched.]

Gimme a bigass hug, Fi!

[Water's not even dripping off of him so much as cascading.]

[Ok, laughter stops].

What? No way man, hat first! Give it here!

Sorry, babe. Ain't got no hat. See any hats 'round here?

[Namur looks around.]

Aw, knock it off man, I know you gots it! Give it here!

[She's staying here expectantly, Namur. Better hand it over!]

Search me sweetheart, if y' think I'm lyin'.

[He won't mind. And he's also not blushing either. At all. Nope.]

[Okay, maybe a little.]

You think I won't?!

[And she proceeds to do exactly that, hopping up to his chest in an almost body check fashion, checking him and getting red as time passed].

I'll find it!

[Namur plops down on the ground and leans back on his elbows, letting her do her thing and trying hard not to blush as she runs her hands all over. Whenever she starts getting too close to checking his pockets he gooses her.]

Havin' fun there, sweetheart?