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The blue-skinned alien boy is back in the bar today, many tiny and multicolored beads spread on the table in front of him, along with the large bracelet he's almost done with. He's not sure it will appeal to Grace, but is moderately sure it will fit her Avatar, at least. The smaller, greener one he's trying to size to fit a human arm is proving harder to eyeball. But he knows she has such bright red hair that the many shades of greens and browns should compliment it.

Entirely botherable.

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She's been looking for a chance to get him alone. She was here only a few days ago, and singling out the prince when at home, at the school, isn't easy. He's naturally standoffish, and other children are far too eager.

And far too curious.

She's walking in from the lab again, smoking again, charming frown on her face again. It takes her a moment to see him, but hey. He stands out.

"Tsu'tey. Oel ngati kameie."

That he does. He looks up from his beads, work held in steady fingers--it's amazing that they're so delicate and so proportionally long--and nods at her.

"Doctor Augustine," he replies, working on his English at least a little. "I See You."

"You're doing well," she grins.

If he's going to initiate the use of English, she's happy to oblige. It's a different affair being around him and not in her avatar. The times that happens on Pandora are rare, and it takes away some of her authority being so much smaller, so much more alien.

"About what happened before ... It's strange seeing you here."

It approaches an apology, really. If you squint.

And only if you squint, but Tsu'tey breezes over it.

"You do not come in often at the same times I am here," he says, accepting it. "But you take issue with my meeting other humans. Respectable humans."

"I don't take issue." She pauses, sweeping a wide-eyed look over his face. Eventually, she joins him. "Tsu'tey, I am happy that you're showing more interest in learning at the school, in talking with my colleagues. If that's because of this place, then I'm glad.

"But. Even I don't know how much Milliways and the people who come here can be trusted. This is not normal. This is not something Skypeople from my Earth call normal. I'm concerned for the safety of kifkey Eywa'evengä and the People."

And her precious research.

There are colorful things on this table.

A white paw may try to bat at them from the table's edge, where upon a chair a cat-shaped thing sits.

There's a short huff from above as Tsu'tey bats the paw away from his beads, though he sacrifices a few in the attempt. The bracelets are his work, and he takes his work seriously.

The beads are small, and bright, but do nothing other than roll back amongst their fellows when batted at experimentally.

There is a mimicking huff from the small cat, eyeing Tsu'tey's work.

"No," he says, words translated into much better English than he currently possesses. "You may not have these, they're gifts. And not for you, little creature."

"They could be for me," replies the cat, looking over the beads. "You might be mistaken."

"They're for someone considerably less...small," says the seven-foot-tall boy. "Unless you are also Doctor Grace Augustine?"

"You never know; I might be." >____>

Right?

"No, her I know. She is human." He sets his chin on one curled hand, beginning to be amused. They don't have cats, as such, on his world. Silly little creatures.

"No no," he assure the Omaticayan, with a knowing gesture of his paw. "This is a disguise."

Totally.

"So these are for me, right?" Yrael noses among the beads. "...what are you making?"

"Oh, of course," he says. "They're bracelets. One to fit her human body, the other her Avatar. They--humans like her--they have bodies that look like ours that they control in their dreams."

"How... odd," he says, curiosity piqued and pretense dropped. "I have never heard of something like that, where a people have other forms they adopt while they sleep."

"They do not adopt them as an exchange, I do not think. But their minds are controlling bodies like ours. They grow them in tubes, I have heard."

The white cat's ears twitch.

"How strange."

"And you are making bracelets for one of them?"

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