Tsu’ris was slow to suit up. Last out of the locker room, as usual.
It wasn’t that he didn’t love the sport. He did. Everyone did. It was about the only thing the Sky People had taught them that was worth more than a thanator turd.
No: It was the opposing team. They made him nervous, with their strange green skin. His friends made rude jokes about them… and he knew the dislike was mutual. More than once, he had heard one of them mutter “bloogie” under his breath.
No matter. It was time.
Time for the annual Ar’mi-Na’vi game.
It wasn’t that he didn’t love the sport. He did. Everyone did. It was about the only thing the Sky People had taught them that was worth more than a thanator turd.
No: It was the opposing team. They made him nervous, with their strange green skin. His friends made rude jokes about them… and he knew the dislike was mutual. More than once, he had heard one of them mutter “bloogie” under his breath.
No matter. It was time.
Time for the annual Ar’mi-Na’vi game.
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