[Yeugh, the sno-cone thing was a mistake. Namur's not even really sure how he thought he was going to eat the thing anyway. Figures humanity'd be messing shit up for him. And now he has sticky whatever on his face. It tastes like rum but without the alcohol.]

Trainin'.

[The blush doesn't fade just yet, but the reason for it has changed. He doesn't like to admit that his Will can be broken, and that it was so thoroughly shattered by the Tamer that he hadn't even recognized his own nakama when he'd seen them. It's never going to happen again. He's going to get stronger.]

Ain't never been too good at Observation, so. 'S what I'm doin'.

[Namur runs his hand over the back of his head, then grimaces and looks at the palm. Sticky shit in his hair now.]

Damn it! Thatch's gonna have a field day.