[That curious little headtilt just pisses him off more.]
The hell y' starin' at? Look like a damn tool in that shitty mask, y' know? What's yer problem?
[Namur looms closer to the terminal, as if it were a living creature capable of being intimidated. He's releasing enough get lost or die chemicals into the air that even a human could smell them- though they'd probably just think its fishman stink, ascribing the primal fear to revulsion. His left hand balls up into a fist. He's so sick of this whaleshit, of living here. He wants to bust every damn electronic thing in the entire planet.]
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The hell y' starin' at? Look like a damn tool in that shitty mask, y' know? What's yer problem?
[Namur looms closer to the terminal, as if it were a living creature capable of being intimidated. He's releasing enough get lost or die chemicals into the air that even a human could smell them- though they'd probably just think its fishman stink, ascribing the primal fear to revulsion. His left hand balls up into a fist. He's so sick of this whaleshit, of living here. He wants to bust every damn electronic thing in the entire planet.]