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[imperius_procer]

Namor is sitting in a chair, still unchanged half-naked, fiddling with his trident. He seems to scan the Nexus for a moment before speaking.

"What is it with you surface dwellers and clothes? How do you know what each other are really like if you're all covered up like that? Doesn't it get hot?"

((And bedtime for me! Will reply tomorrow!))