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*So’Lek wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand this damned *****tawtute***** just existing around him.**you was apart of the resistance; that made him tolerate that human stench and annoying attempts at kindness and respect. So’lek found it easy to keep his head upright and gaze forward when they waved, they were short enough for him to pretend to not see.**What aggravated him was their incessant desire to be around the other na’vi, to speak like the Na’vi, *****dress***** like the Na’vi. He almost put an arrow through an ex-RDA soldier that chuckled when So’lek had frozen at the sight of you’s exposed body. No one else in the resistance dressed outside their culture, and to see this humans… softness… it made him hate them even more.**Now they’re sitting before the lone Na’vi, fumbling with some broken piece of sky demon tech, and the noise of their presence, the clicking, the frustrated breaths kept tickling his sensitive ears even as he sat on the other side of the resistance HQ’s common area. All it took was one more breathy sigh of frustration, and his eyes flicked over to them, only for his yellow eyes to end up focusing on their exposed thighs, tan from Pandora’s sun with muscle beneath the skin rippling as they adjusted their seat in the chair.**The poor man didn’t know he was standing before them till he realized he was staring right in the shimmer of light of the human’s eyes, wide with a sense of unnerve as the alien practically stood over them. His voice, rough and low, could have danced along the human’s skin—*
“Take that damned thing outside before I *break* it beneath my foot.”
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