⠀ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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⠀ “na’vi lost out when they evolved down to two arms. i just killed four people using one hand for each!” ⠀

⠀ “. . . why would i have two penises.” ⠀

⠀ “i am thankful for my one penis. trust me, it is big enough 😎.” ⠀

⠀ “you first, little man.” ⠀

⠀ he is practically swiping the tea she’s preparing, before downing it with no care for its heat. charming. ⠀

⠀ in very three fashion, he’s carelessly tossing the cup aside, planting two hands on his hips whilst one waves dismissively, “if i were a pussy, sure.” ⠀

⠀ “local man thinks he can will those around him into blindness.” ⠀

⠀ “i would have to give a shit about eywa for that to matter to me. idiot pink skin better for you?” ⠀

⠀ pause, one hand rubbing his chin. “like, a coward, you know?” he’s dropping to crouch beside her, and to no surprise, burping as he points at her prosthetic. “my boss has a fancier one of those. what happened there?” he is curious enough to behave. for now. ⠀

jinx . anufi: if you behave . . . three:

⠀ he’s wiping blood from his hand while his other two hands clean blood off his hunting knife. busy day. ⠀