<strong>Name:</strong>Naru<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Y'mir, Jacob, mentioning Listreia and Behm.<br/><br/><br/>Naru himself was in an unspoken rivalry with both Behm and Y'mir. Behm because he was smaller than him which to his mind made him cuter than him in certain ways and he had a fashion game that could readily match his, but at present this was a more friendly rivalry. In Behm, he saw a fellow intellectual and a kindred spirit who was genuinely fascinated by the wonders of the world in a similar, if comparatively understated fashion to him. His relationship with Y'mir however was more antagonistic by comparison. On one hand he resented how shallow his interests seemed at times and how he seldom seemed awed by anything they witnessed. To his mind, a hedonist should be able to somehow see the glory in these things precisely because they were a raging hedonist. He also felt a touch threatened by the fact that for all his faults, he somehow seemed able to charm, woo, and bed damn near anyone he pleased....The fact that this was all he seemed interested in some times bothered him. Upon hearing that he would be on the same team, anyone observing  Naru could see an eyebrow shoot up in an almost comically absurd fashion. If his work ethic was anything like what he witnessed here, then he was skeptical of his abilities.<br/><br/>Despite his propensity to ramble on about his many interests, he did not give voice to every observation he made and he certainly noticed Jacob eyeing Y'mir and Behm and he wondered if at some point their expedition would be brought to a halt by flirting. His quiet contemplation of the circumstances he found himself in was broken by the sudden burst of of energy from Y'mir.<strong>"Really, this is what gets him excited? Choosing a team name?"</strong>he asked himself quietly all while scoffing at this proclaimed propensity for having "good" ideas. In response to his statements he giggled and with a sly smile said<strong>"Really? I thought it was because you wanted to be covered in copious amounts of something white?"</strong>remarking on his choice of team name. As he stretched before adopting a feline posture that recalled the imagery of certain cat statues from eastern lands, he added onto Jacob's comment about Y'mir not letting things roll off his tongue easily.<strong>"He's right you know...Especially when it's sausage."</strong>The innuendo there was obvious.<br/><br/>For all his concerns and present cattiness (pun very much intended), he was pleased to find that Jacob was in relatively sober, serious frame of mind and that Listreia would be on his team. She seemed as if she might make for a good friend at the very least and who knows? Depending on just what she was into, maybe she could make some book recommendations when they had the chance to simply relax.