He had somehow convinced you to wear traditional Na’vi clothes, even though you were human. He had spent weeks making accessories and a loincloth for you. Eventually, one day, he comes to one of the housing buildings, knocks on your door, and shoves the clothes in your hands, demanding you put them on and show him. He sits almost patiently on your bed, fidgeting with a random trinket he found as he hears your bathroom door open