IC Inbox [Cerealia]

[espio]

Yeah, this is Espio. I'm not here, so go away.

...

Fine, leave a message if you must, but it doesn't mean I'll get back to you.

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[metachrosis]

[Espio is automatically suspicious, but he's not entirely sure why. Namur has always been rather straight-forward - not one of the people inclined to irritate or embarrass him for no good reason. At least knowing that means Espio only shoots him a text message reading 'ok?' and stops on by when he gets five minutes.]

Is this some ploy to get me over here?

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheheh obviously!

[There isn't much in the way of furnishings or decoration in the apartment, but it does have a counter and a small table in the kitchen. Namur moves a paper plate with three "cookie monster" cupcakes over to the table, and grabs a long necked bottle of rum and a glass out of a cupboard, then sets himself down on an already pre-flipped-backwards kitchen chair. Because it's his apartment, damn it, he'll pre-flip his chairs around if he wants to.]

Some 'maid was sellin' them things out in the park so I got y' some. Still eat this kinda thing, right? Wanna drink?