La passion, la passion, how I love la passion

[thatched]

Who: The Spade Pirates
Where: Isla de la Passion
When: September 30th-October 4th
What: Could also be called 'attack of the sex pollen', so draw your own conclusions.
Warnings: Heavy snogging to rampant smut, most like. Proceed with caution.
Style: Sexy
Status: Closed ironically





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[thatched]

She ditched you? [how could she? He was perfect. No one was allowed to do that to his precious nakama and get away with it]

Want us to go kick her ass? [because he would. Marco too. They were fighters for love! Especially since Namur had had such a good time with her. Enough so that he was blushing]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur blushing is nothing new. He would have blushed if nothing had happened.]

[Namur snorts.]

Yeah, sure, I'm weepin' in my hammock every damn night cuz I can't deal with the loss. Kickin' her ass is totally gonna make me feel better.

[Namur side-eyes Thatch pointedly, with a bit of a grin on his face. He is totally joking.]

Seriously, Thatch. Weren't ever nothin' more'n a novelty. Somethin' new t' try. She's been 'round a looooong time. Prob'ly be tryin' t' pick up that Dust guy 'fore too long, or one a them turtle dudes if they're still hangin' 'round. Jus' cuz they're differnt from what's been here the whole time. Lord a the Sea protect all a y' damn Devil Fruit users once she finds out 'bout all the random shit y'all can do, sheheheh!

[thatched]

She's ecclectic! I like that in a woman. Oh wait but I hate her. [because of Namur. Pretty-- Well interesting looking Namur. He wouldn't call the Fishman pretty but he had a certain je ne sais quoi. He snorted at the mention of Dust. ]

I don't know who that cretin is but he has nothing on you. How do you get all the tail, anyway, my friend? It's always baffled and delighted me. I know it's not the hair. Maybe it's the virility. I'd ask your mother, she'd tell me.

...

In rampant detail.

1/2

[om_nom_namur]

[aslkdfjals Lord of the Sea, don't even joke about that!]

[om_nom_namur]

[Good job, Thatch, seriously. Namur's face turns the color of salmon in spring.] Naw, she'd jus' try t' get y' in bed. Shit, that woman... [He misses her though. And Sal. And the pups. Damn it, Thatch.] Hope they're doin' alright.

[thatched]

She's a terrifying woman.

Let's have a drink.

[he reluctantly disengages but wraps an arm around Namur's shoulders to steer him toward his state room]

I'm sure they're fine. They have you to look after them. Anyway, from what I understand, Fishman Island is well protected. [or at least Marco would have told him if it was different]

Got any preference for rot gut, mate?

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur side eyes Thatch again at the mention of Fishman Island, and tsks. They don't have the resources to protect islands near the Red Line anymore- even vital ones like his. Who knows what shit looks like by now- well, he could probably ask one of the Strawhats since most of them are ahead a couple years, but the coward part of him figures he'll find out on his own sooner or later, but it doesn't take a genius to guess how dwindled their influence would be.]

Sake. Old Man'd get a kick outta this shitty island.

[And sake would forever remind Namur of Whitebeard. He elbows Thatch in the ribs.]

So which 'maids y' wound up with cuz a the damn flowers, huh? Anyone I know?

[thatched]

Sake it is.

[when they get to his stateroom he sits Namur down and pours him a dish, also getting some dried fish snacks, trying to avoid answering the question for as long as he could]

One or two. [which was one or two more than he really wanted to deal with] You?

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur groans, leaning forward in the chair since chairs are evil.]

Wound up with Rogue the first night we was here. Bro, that li'l 'maid? Shit, girl loves gettin' touched but acts like people's gonna die or somethin'. Kinda right, too. Blacked me out an' when I woke up I thought I'd been keelhauled. Then that bastard had t' come kidnap her so she's gonna go right back t' actin' like she's poison or some shit.

So anyway, so after that I figured it'd be okay t' hang with someone so long as we stay inside, right? Found a li'l club mostly locals was hangin' at, got Sel t' go dancin' with me since she was so bummed 'bout Aya back at Deesuko. But noooope, dumbasses had a bunch a them flowers in pots growin' in the damn club. Sel's pretty hardcore racist though an' she don't realize it. Sheheh! 'S stuck in her head deep 'nuff that she was able t' get past the glittershit everywhere an' tell me no. So then I gotta be fightin' off the damn stuff an' I'll tell y' what, that shit ain't easy t' ignore. Got her back t' the ship, though, then went for a dive t' clean out my head. Anyway, guess I'mma be headin' for shore come sundown from now on. Ain't too big on makin' girls do shit they don't wanna, an' if the only reason they wanna's cuz a drugs or somethin' that ain't really fair, y' know?

[thatched]

I haven't talked with Rogue much. [he'd been distracted with everything going on, but damned if that didn't sound weird. He'd have to ask someone who knew what was up with her before approaching her directly.

He winces at the mention of Selphie but is glad that Namur managed to stave that off because, gorgeous beast of a Fishman that he was, he was ancient to Selphie's--youth.]

Aye, fortunately I managed not to...make too big a mess of things. [he hoped] Great island, though--even if the locals are sheer bastards. [downs his own sake]

You'd think they'd tell people.

[om_nom_namur]

Considerin' they probly all done each other 'til they're sick, new folks is probly the only fun they get.

[Namur shrugs. He can see where it'd come from, even if he disagrees.]

Can't imagine y' makin' a mess a things though. Who'd y' end up with?

[thatched]

Rose. Almost Nami. [he pours himself more sake and then grins.] And Chandra. That was fun.

... and Haruta. [looks steadily at Namur] But that was just fooling around.

[om_nom_namur]

Damn, trade y'.

[Namur dumps his bowl of sake into his mouth. He glances at Thatch curiously for a second, wondering why the hell Thatch started smelling all nervous, then shakes his head.]

Don't get all the fuss 'bout young girls anyway. Seems like women's the way t' go, since they know what they're gettin' int'. Good on y', though. Sounds like fun.

[thatched]

No thanks. Aye I hear you. You know me. I prefer older women myself. [his favorite kind were the lonely women who enjoyed a frolic with a pirate under their Marine husband's noses...and it helped if there was no risk of an accidental present. Though he was sure he had at least one or two running around.

But that wouldn't be the case here.

That better not]

They certainly do know what they're doing. [he glances at Namur again] Haruta too.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur furrows his brow, giving Thatch another funny look.]

'Magine so, she's been 'round the block a time or two. So, what? Surprised?

Or y' think I'm gonna get mad?

[thatched]

[with that face no other looks are possible, my friend.]

I'm just wondering, you know. About things. I've heard from the froglet and I just want to hear from you. [he sips his sake more slowly this time]

If I were Marco I'd have you picking out matching towels.

[that's what those kind of relationships culminated in right?]

[om_nom_namur]

[It's a long moment while Namur lets that sink in. Figures out what Thatch is saying.]

[Then he barks a laugh.]

Yer a dumbass, Thatch.

[He laughs some more.]

Ain't no secret I got a thing for her, but yer both dumbasses for thinkin' I'd ever wanna make it 'bout jus' me an' her. Thought y' both knew me better'n that. Damn.