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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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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!

[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.

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].

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.]

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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?

[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.

[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!

[He chuckles.]

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

Wait, what?

No man! That's just my pal Mathieu!

[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!

NO eheheha! Stop! He's a lion!

[She was practically rolling off the couch].

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

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?

Oh Glob, shut up Namur! I was waiting for you, ya jerk!

[She bumps her forehead to his arm for good measure].

Not too far from here! We should all meet up together soon!

Ain't my fault Time Compression's a bitch. Or foldin' space or whatever the hell they called it.

[Oh right, she might have noticed he's using the language they spoke in Balamb. It just feels better.]

So they don't live in this same buildin'?

[That's messed up. Fionna's family. Namur frowns.]

I know! But stop sayin' I went to entertain some new guy already! I'm still getting used to our stuff!

[He should remember she still had to get a hang of ONE relationship before she thought about another one!]

It's weird. I haven't gone to visit them yet. Still gettin' my stuff together.

[Namur sits up and bonks her forehead with the backs of his knuckles.]

That ain't how family works, damn it. Y' all oughta be helpin' each other get yer shit together. How the hell d' y' call people one on one with these things?

[Namur pulls his communicator out of his pocket. It looks like a little snail with a couple of buttons on its shell. He pushes one, and the snail's eyes project a standard graphical interface in front of itself.]

Figured we all needed space to get all junk together and then regroup again when we were all here. Just made sense. I mean, we all gots lives to live in this new place, right?

...The stuff is that?

Looks like a baby den den mushi, from my world. An' yeah, sure we got our own lives, but we live 'em t'gether Smolt. If Cake showed up here would y' make her get her own place 'til she figured herself out? Hell naw. She'd be roomin' with y' the moment she woke up, or at least right next t' y'. C'mon.

[Namur scrolls through the holographic interface and pokes at one or two of the pictures to see what they do. Neither one makes a private phone call, but one of them makes the little mechanical snail open its mouth and start playing elevator music in a tinny voice. Namur snorts.]

Shit I wish it was a real snail phone though. They ain't half this annoyin'.

A baby-what?! So wait, you think that we should all be rooming in the same place? Like, all of us?

[Fionna takes a moment to ooh and aah over the snail a moment].

Takes some practice.

All in the same buildin' at least. Like we was in Balamb. Gotta be able t' get t' each other quick in case shit happens, y' know?

[It is a cool little snail. He's already thinking up ways to personalize it. Maybe he'll get it a little dorsal fin to go on its shell and some sunglasses for when it's not in use. And definitely a new coat of paint. Those colors are lame.]

Ones back home're actually alive, so y' jus' tell 'em what y' want 'em t' do and they do it, so long as they got the right equipment attached. Gotta keep 'em fed an' watered, too. Sheheh!

We can manage that! I mean, it might be like that now, since we don't have a lot of money!

No way, they can do stuff like that?! That's awesome!

Tch, yeah. Go t' school, join the military, or get marooned. Guess at least 's a li'l better'n Garden cuz it ain't school an' military all wrapped up in one, but still...

[He settles into the corner of the couch, passes his snail phone to Fionna and pulls her up on top of him because he takes up all of the seats.]

So's everyone got a job already?

Yeah, definitely. PLUS, you can totes get to learn all about space and stuff! I'm totally going to get into that soon!

[She thought a moment]. Dunno. I know for sure that Grell's got one!

Shit, I'm so done with school...

[Namur rolls his eyes. As nice as it was to get the opportunity to go to school, it's really, seriously not a thing he wants to keep doing if he doesn't have to.]

Well, guess there ain't nothin' for it but t' hit the town. Wanna show me 'round a li'l bit?

Wish I could say that, but, y'know, space! Gotta get an idea what I'm dealing with!

Huh? Oh yeah, sure! Now that I gots credits, I can totally spoil you!