Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[fierybluebird]

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

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[om_nom_namur]

[Daaaamn Thatch went all out. Namur chuckles and shakes his head.]

Y' ain't got t' do this much for me, bro.

[He rocks his head back, slowly so as not to actually hurt Thatch, but quick enough to still be considered a form of headbutt.]

Thanks.

[thatched]

[headbutts him back] Happy birthday, matey. Don tryta drink all that booze at once. At least not without me around.

[because Namur drunk was funny as hell]

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheheh we'll share it when y' ain't already sloshed. Maybe get Zelos in, see if he'll be less of an ass, huh?

[thatched]

Mm. G'luck with that. [getting sleepy. He twists his head back and forth to make a little nest in stiff Namur hair and then settles in comfortably] Enshoy

[om_nom_namur]

[Ugh, guh, and all those other noises that basically amount to "Seriously, bro, y' got t' do that now?"]

Come on, Thatch. Let's get y' laid down somewhere. Y' find a girl yet so y' ain't got t' cuddle my hair? Or do I need t' make y' one out a sand?

[thatched]

Not leavin'. [and he moves to wrap his legs around Namur's waist, effectively pinning his arms at his sides.] Fishy mama peep peep.

[om_nom_namur]

[Thatch, if he does not get laid tonight it will be your fault. Aaaaand also possibly due to the fact that loving on a Fishman seems awkwardly close to bestiality for most humans. But details.]

[Namur sighs.]

Only thing I want t' peep at's a hot 'maid with a big rack.

[He manages to get them away from the table and anything overly hard, then plops down in the sand with Thatch still wrapped around him like a damn octopus.]

Come on, Thatch, I won't leave y'. But y' got t' get off my back, okay bro?

[thatched]

Don we all.

[he grunts when Namur sits and grins at his words]

Wan me to cuddle in you lap then, babe? [and he gives Namur a big smooch to the head before flopping back onto the sand, arms spread.]

I should chart these stars, babycakes. Chu think? [he thinks he needs a cigar and absently pats around for one]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur shifts around to lay on his stomach next to his brother.]

Think I already told y' y' should a whole bunch a times already but y' never listen.

[He pokes Thatch in the side of the face.]

What y' been waitin' for, dumbass?

[thatched]

Too drunk to be serious.

[that was the whole point of drinking. But there was a reason. What had it been? Who cared right now. He shifted to rest his head on Namur's shoulders and absently ran the backs of his fingers along his dorsal]

You been drawin' lately, brother?

[om_nom_namur]

Eh, some. Got school 'n' shit though.

[He is not going to fidget, he is not going to fidget damnit, even if Thatch's fingers running along his dorsal fin tickles like hell and sends weird electricity careening down his spine.]

Marco gave me a bunch a markers an' other stuff though. Promised I'd draw him his name with sparkles 'n' shit. Sheheheh.

[thatched]

Shoulda gotcha glitter. [he flicks the tip of Namur's dorsal before flopping his hand back down and then after a moment...]

Think you can be happy here?

[om_nom_namur]

Yeah, sure.

[There's a long pause, while Namur actually thinks about it. His words come a bit slower.]

It's different. An' I kinda miss havin' my people there behind me, y' know? Jus' hangin' under the sea, waitin' t' party with anyone brave 'nuff t' find 'em. But I dunno. If we keep findin' more an' more a our bros, maybe...

[He hesitates to give voice to his next wish. But this is Thatch, who'll wrangle it out of him somehow anyway, and it is his birthday. Why not go all out?]

Maybe Pops'll be out there too.

[He takes a deep breath, and chuckles.]

Got t' teach everyone para-magic though. Can y' imagine Haruta makin' friends with Quezalcoatl, chuckin' lightnin' from her swords? Or Jozu junctionin' with Ifrit so fire comes out a his fists? Damn, that'd be somethin' t' see, 'specially when he turns 'em diamond...

[Namur could go on, imagining the best GF for each of their brothers and the cool things that would come as a result- but he stops and cranes his head around to try and look at Thatch, laying on the back of his shoulder.]

We got the sea, we got each other an' Marco. The others might take some work but a few years down the line maybe they won't be such sticks in the mud. An' there's more a us out there, I bet. Jus' got t' find 'em. Ain't no reason we can't be happy here.