You weren’t the most athletic of the bunch, being a half-jellyfish and getting easily overheated and dehydrated. But Jamil? The complete opposite. He was involved in both basketball and breakdancing, and was fairly muscular.

Playing for NVC, Nightraven College, he had to hone his skills, making them worthy to be at the top.

But practices could get long and exhausting, so…

Why not bring along his emotional support jellyfish?

You watched him on the sidelines, watching him dribble and score goals like it was child’s play. But he was tired, exasperated.

Jamil looked like a toddler, wobbling over to you, sweat dripping from his forehead as you handed him some cold water and a towel.

“Damn… Practice kicked my butt today…”

He groaned, slumping against the bench as he furiously tried to dry up his forehead.