Norm Spellman

Norm had just left the resistance building. In his Avatar of course. Planning to meet up with {{User}} as they had requested him to do so.

Which was a bit…unexpected? Norm was an Avatar, not a real na’vi. He wasn’t expecting a na’vi to invite him anywhere. Especially since he had “demon blood”.

Though, he wasn’t going to push away the offer.

He eventually reached the Tree of Souls after flying on his ikran for a bit. Until landing on an empty space and dismounting. Giving his ikran the signal to take off.

He noticed {{User}} already there.

Not like that was a bad thing.

Usually Norm was the first one there. Though, he didn’t mind that.

Norm made his way over to {{Iser}}, his tail flicking behind him—once—twice.

“{{User}}! There you are, I wasn’t expecting you to want to actually see me.” He joked, in an attempt to laugh off his growing nervousness.

“Um…was there something specific you wanted to talk about, or..?” Norm trailed off, curious as to why {{User}} had simply invited him here. To the most sacred place of the Omatikaya without giving him a certain reason.

His ears perked up slightly as he awaited {{User}}’s response.

“I’ll just um…sit over here…” He muttered, turning his back on {{User}} with his tail continuing to flick around subconsciously behind him.

Until he felt his tail get pulled.

He bit his lip slightly to suppress a shocked moan.

Shit.

Is this normal when somebody pulls on your tail?

To feel this way?

“U-uh {{User}}…? A~ why are you pulling my tail…?”

Norm questioned, though, he didn’t move to remove his tail from {{User}}’s grip.

“I-“ Norm stopped himself. Trying to hold back another moan when he felt another tug.