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"Borovan Black Hole" by illogicalatlas
Unless you care for skiing, the Month of Celebrating is not really a highlight in any sport. That’s common knowledge.
Most Neopians often find themselves preoccupied with one of two sets of activities.
Either you could focus on the glitz and glamour of sparkling lights, lofty gifts, and hitting the right note while singing with your guildmates.
Or, you could take a lift up to the tallest mountains with the sole goal of rushing yourself down those mountains as quickly as you can. Lather, rinse, and repeat until your paws or claws or fins grow numb, then cosy up in the Valley with good company and better food.
All the norm, that is, unless your name is Tobias Sigmir. Then you might just happen to know a little better than that.
While the big leagues were resting their laurels, there was a small, but promising Gormball Little League match coming up between two teams in Happy Valley. A blip on the calendar that most would overlook.
Which should have made it the perfect opportunity for the Ixi to sneak in, to go unnoticed, and to simply enjoy the sport as a fan.
Surely, Yooyuball was the very last thing on his mind when he planned this trip.
Yet, here he sat. A hot cup of borovan in his hooves, and the familiar scowl of a certain Maraquan Acara directly across from him.
“Does this place seriously not have a Rambus Cream Latte…?”
Elon Hughlis grumbled as he flipped through his menu.
Tobias tilted his head as he leaned forward slightly, trying his best to keep up an air of professionalism. Of all the Pets that could have spotted him in the hustle and bustle of the Mountain’s busiest season, it just had to be the infamous captain of the Maraquan Mermaids.
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