[Namur shakes his head, but that was definitely the wrong move. He's not about to hurl or anything but when that constant tug toward what counts for north decides to spiral around his head it makes him a little unsure about his place in the world. As in, whether or not it's going to bother taking him with it or if it's just going to keep flipping around. He opens his eyes and fixates on the floor in front of him. It isn't moving. The wall also is not moving. Everything is steady and firmly placed. Breathe.]
Bastard Murderbot done some crazyass shit t' my code or somethin'. 'S all in my head maybe. 'M fine. Need a swim. 'S all.
[He rubs his hand over the back of his head, and tries to smile. It looks weak and pathetic, actually.]
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Bastard Murderbot done some crazyass shit t' my code or somethin'. 'S all in my head maybe. 'M fine. Need a swim. 'S all.
[He rubs his hand over the back of his head, and tries to smile. It looks weak and pathetic, actually.]