Namur sat on the floor only a few feet away, his fin trailing around the corner of the short entryway that set the door back from the main hall. He didn't see much necessity for decorum, but then again, most people knew to shove off whenever he was around, and all it ever took was a smile. This was like the twelfth conversation like that she'd had that day, and Namur rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure which was worse, having to listen to a bunch of lameass losers trying way too hard to catch her eye with flat and uninteresting pickup lines, or having to spend hours on end feeling like the boring lameass because this 'maid's ass stick is extra wedged. But what the hell, they're coworkers, and that means she's kind of nakama in a way. Namur yawned and stretched his leg out at just the right moment for Casanogamewhatsoeva to trip on it.

"Oi dumbass! Watch where yer walkin'!" It probably lost its effect when Namur chuckled afterward rather than make some kind of angry or indignant sound. He props his hands behind his head and leans back again. There wasn't likely to be anything interesting going on for another hour or two. Might as well settle in.

"Must be losin' yer touch sweetheart. Took y' a full twenty seconds t' get rid a that'n."