[Namur's instinctual inclination is to bare his teeth and establish himself the dominant predator on the ship. Instead of baring them, he clamps them together, mouth carefully neutral. He reminds himself that he just offered to let this happen, and let it happen he will. Without a word, he pulls back the sleeve of his left hand, revealing a black, crossed out tattoo that reaches from wrist to elbow. Bite that sucker off, for all he cares. He's tried to cut it off once or twice before. There's a reason he's careful what mood he's in before getting drunk. Namur raises his hand for Natsuno to take, whenever he's ready.]
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