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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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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?

Argh! You know what I'm looking for, Namur! Now gimmie the hat!

[Because now look whose turning red].

[They're both as bad as freaking salmon. It's atrocious, really.]

Sheheheh! Told y' I ain't got it. Think yer jus' usin' it as an excuse.

You're full of it, Namur! You just wanna get all felt up, and you don't even have to do this for that! Just gimmie my hat!

[Yes, she DID just say that].

Gimme ten good reasons, Smolt.

[Why yes, Namur is 37 going on 13, why do you ask?]

Sure I'l give ya ten!

[You asked for it, as Fionna is now pummeling him with her fists, mostly because she knows he can take it].

[He laughs, though it's punctuated at times with little grunts from when her fists hit. She's a tough little shit. Damn.

Namur lets her at it though, grabs onto her legs and slides backwards, back into the water. With Fionna. Yup.

SWIMMING!!!!]

GRrrarghgghgh!

[Now she's muffled, having fallen into the water with Namur. She's flailing, but yes, if you happen to be looking right at her face, you could see the smile as Fionna demonstrated that yes, she HAD been keeping at her swimming lessons].

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