omfgwthasdlfkajsdlf [Voice//Action] [backdated to the morning after the Spades arrive at Humildad]

[om_nom_namur]

Man I feel like shit this mornin'. Anyone else feel like they been bitin' shit all night or somethin'? Neck an' back's outta sorts, too, an' my shirt don't fit no more. Damn, musta shrunk on the island or somethin' cuz I-

Wait.

THE HELL HAPPENED T' MY HANDS? HOLY SHIT I TURNED INT' A GHOST AN' I'M POSSESSIN' A HUMAN!!! WHO KNOWS 'BOUT SPIRITS AN' SHIT I NEED HELP QUICK!!!!

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[fierybluebird]

Or grow a beard. You can you look like a bear.

Or Pops.

[Makes an X with his hands.] But not Roger.

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[wheremygillsat]

[He wrinkles his nose. Not cuz of the idea of looking like Pops, but because ew hair in my face.]

Yeah, pass. Help me get this shit off my face, it's gross.

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[fierybluebird]

You're gross.

[He's about to suggest that Thatch should probably do it instead, but then he reconsiders because Thatch might suddenly be a clutz with a blade now. Geez.]

Come on fishy. [Leads on to get a razor and foam.]

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[wheremygillsat]

Tch.

[But it's not untrue, so he lets it drop, and follows along to get set up for shaving. Man he's glad this isn't a thing he has to do. Even some fishmen have to and he's never been jealous.]

A'ight so I jus' put this shit on my face an' scrape it off with the razor?

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[fierybluebird]

Oh. God. No.

Foam it up. Pretend you're waxing a surfboard.

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[wheremygillsat]

A prickly surfboard. Damn.

[He obediently foams the stuff up all over his face where there's hair. His fingertips feel like they're going to drive him crazy but he figures he just has to get used to that. He covered his mouth, so before talking he blows a hole in the stuff so he won't accidentally eat it.]

Surfboard waxed. Now what?

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[fierybluebird]

[Take the razor.] Now you hold very still and watch and let me do this so that you don't slice yourself in sashimi, yoi.

[Carefully holds the razor up to Namur's face and very very carefully shave his face.]

If it makes you feel better, Thatch still says I can't shave my own face and insists on doing it sometimes. You can't see it yourself after all, so it's a little easier to do it on someone else.

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[wheremygillsat]

[It should probably say something that in response, Namur just sets his hands at the edge of the sink to lean on, and casually holds his neck prone to Marco's razor without comment, nor reservation. Once finished, he runs his fingers over the smooth skin with a little frown.]

Still feel that shit inside there. But I guess this's the best it's gonna get for now, huh? Thanks bro.

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[fierybluebird]

Aye.

Don't you always have hair in some places? How come it bothers you more here?

[Marco isn't judging since after all, he has a lot less hair as a human, and all the birdie tendencies about preening it anyway.]

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[wheremygillsat]

'S usually where I taste shit from, them li'l holes in my face. Now they're all plugged up an' it don't work. I dunno. Maybe stick like feathers all over on yer tongue. Sure y' got 'em somewhere else but they ain't s'posed t' be there so 's gross.

[Speaking of hair where it usually is. Namur pulls at a bit of the hair on his head, and then pokes his finger at the wild display.]

Thatch's gonna have a hell of a time with this.

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[fierybluebird]

Gotcha.

Aye. Just let him do his thing and don't fuss if he uses lots of weird goopy shit, yoi.