[His eyebrow raises to learn that the island was the furthest she'd ever been. Shit, no wonder she felt like she'd mucked up hardcore. She knew about a hell of a lot more than she'd done, then, if their "art discussions" were any indication.

Damn.

By some miracle, Namur manages to keep his mouth shut about it. Truly a once in a lifetime occurrence. He listens to the tone of her voice, and sniffs at the air a little as she talks, trying to catch everything she was saying- not just with her words but with her entire being.]

Man, that's rough. Mean, better in the end cuz it ain't fair t' neither a y' t' keep pretendin', but shit. Ain't no good with this kinda thing either. Mean. 'S happened a time or two 'fore but it ain't like I get all caught up stickin' all my pearls in one oyster, y' know? Guessin' shit still ain't good 'tween y' an' Ikki either, huh? Too bad y' couldn't a hooked up with him there at Dickshit Island. Sheheh! Boy wouldn't that a solved a couple problems.

[He rolls his eyes and plops his jaw down on his fist, looking forlorn right along with her.]