[Instead of getting goosebumps- something that just doesn't happen with his thick hide- Namur blushes fiercely, cheeks and nose blowing past the subtle darkening stage and going straight to the point where they turn bright. It's not that he's bashful or shy, though. It's just that his pulse picked up a little and blood flow is redistributing itself and apparently his body feels a biological need to advertise. He had to have had a salmon-type somewhere in his family lines. Or maybe a cuttlefish.
Namur nods his head a few times, getting himself over her sass, finding some of his own.]
Tell y' what I think, sweetheart. Think yer gonna get soaked.
[He says it as dirty as possible with as lecherous an expression as he can muster. But a moment later his shoulder drops and he's pivoting for momentum. Namur chucks Rip into a nearby lake- they'd arrived at the Gardens, after all- and expertly dives after her, barely making a splash.]
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Date: 2015-12-25 01:12 am (UTC)From:Namur nods his head a few times, getting himself over her sass, finding some of his own.]
Tell y' what I think, sweetheart. Think yer gonna get soaked.
[He says it as dirty as possible with as lecherous an expression as he can muster. But a moment later his shoulder drops and he's pivoting for momentum. Namur chucks Rip into a nearby lake- they'd arrived at the Gardens, after all- and expertly dives after her, barely making a splash.]