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( Jingyi anchored, and thus he's still tired. Very tired. Flopping between areas and people to nap with kind of tired. It hasn't resolved yet, and he hates that, but he can't let him not get around to important questions.

Which is why he's on camera as crossed legs only, laying down on the bench with the ICP swiveled his direction. It's almost like he's shy... but no, he's not, he's just exhausted. )

Everything was a mess and all of us there had strange illusion things to deal with before things went really bad, but I have a question. About my friend.

( A pause. He does, in fact, literally mean this about a friend. )

Say he was in a situation where... certain boundaries were willingly crossed, but what it meant in the illusion was different from what it means outside of the illusion. And explaining what that means and how it's different is kind of important to the one they were crossed with.

( For both sides, but he's more worried about his friend than he is the other guy, for various biased reasons he has no regrets over. )

How do you handle when people here do casual things with 'dating,' but I'm from—he's from—a place where you definitely don't?

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[ He raises his brows. ]

This question include in your head?

[ Maybe in the past more than right now, but. ]

( He rolls his eyes. Big full on eye roll. )

I have restraint. Even in my head I'd wait for confirmation, but, ugh. Do you have friends who avoid things? Things they need to face, but need help with it?

[ Tidus's mouth quirks to one side. ]

Give them time? This all happened on the mission, didn't it? [ Though, he does think: ] This guy knows he's gotta talk to the other guy, and you're worried about them putting it off. And this other guy not getting how important your people's...relationship boundaries are.

Right? That's what this is about.

Yes. And I know the one, my friend, and what he's struggling with, and he'll... When it's about him, he doesn't put himself forward, even when he needs to, you know? It's not about rushing into anything or because things happened, there's no blame or anything wrong. It's in not clearing things up, and thinking it's okay to avoid because it's awkward.

( Though that was a lot of words and energy, so he ends up groaning and flopping back down, off screen. Tired. )

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[ Tidus is sorta leaning to the side of the ICP, putting his weight on the wall next to it. Humming first in thought. ]

So. [ sooo. ] The other guy - you know who it is. You seen him walking around any today? 'Cause this is a pretty good way of letting the guy know what's happening - if you're out here hearing all this, mysterious...guy.

[ He'd give a nickname, but he's not feeling 'jackass' or 'potential punched face'.

But oh, yeah: ] Sorry about your relationship drama.

[ He'll give them that, at least. Sorry your love life is train popcorn!! ]

( Jingyi could help with the less rude nicknames, but he's not inclined to, and he also doesn't know what's true about Dennis here versus in the illusive lives they all lived. So he sighs, then snorts: )

You're not the only one.

( Because the last thing anyone needs is that, but it's also just... close enough to being silly Jingyi didn't think it'd be an unnecessary weight to a network that gets random pick-up broadcasts. A concept he now understands 1% better. )

But yeah, you've got it. This is a heads up, for certain interested parties.

( Hint hint, Sizhui, though he's mentioned this already to his friend; and hint hint, Dennis, because he might not be Sizhui's legitimate elder brother, but he is his elder friend, and he will make sure they state themselves clearly, to understand what boundaries they each have. It's the only thing he can see being fair to both of them. )

Haven't seen him though. Been too... dragging.

( Tired. Exhausted. Blearily bopping between showers, kitchen, and bed again, in an unending cycle of mostly napping. )

[ Tidus is definitely hoping this is also more hint hint, guy with a potential punched face in the future, at least to help them out. Especially if the other guy in this - the one this guy obviously cares a lot more for - is one to waffle ... and likely to want to hole himself up in his cabin after his affairs have been publicly shared with the rest of an overpopulated train.

You know, not that Tidus can make guesses.

Except there is a guess his brain has been making with that ribbon this guy wears, but also, sometimes, you don't want to ask and confirm anything. (That is suspiciously worded like 'are you a part of that oversized family here and is this about someone I know, actually please don't tell me even I'm not prepared for this'.) ]

You tried magazines? When you start worrying about your friend.

[ And end up making posts like these. ]

( His very large, oddly repetitive family does only have one member of his shared generation on board, albeit younger, and ignoring the fact one of his sect leaders is barely older than he is, and the mind trip that is.

Jingyi is not the guy for subtle. That he's not naming names is about the extent of 'subtle' he's managing, and hey, he hasn't slipped up on that count. (Also bless for those who do understand he means his friend, and not himself, though he couldn't imagine why anyone would think it wasn't about the person he said it was.) )

Magazines? ( Quizzical tilt to his head, and a furrow appearing across his brow. ) What, those... glossy metal bound books about as thick as half your pinky?

( He remembers those, may have seen some on train (as comics, glancing at the library), but the word hasn't quite stuck in his head yet. Maybe it's something else; whatever scant knowledge he'd gleaned in his illusion life hasn't sunk too deeply in. Especially if he didn't think it was important. )

'Metal bound'? Uh, sure, those things. [ Sure, whatever, probably the same thing. ] The thin books where they talk about whatever and you're not reading a whole novella or essay. They're good for just mindless reading and picking up and flicking through - we've got a small collection growing.

Might be good as a distraction, if you're just slipping in and outta sleep anyway. I'd suggest videogames, buuuut...something tells me you don't have them where you're from.

[ HEAD-RIBBON DISCRIMINATION. ]

No, we don't. Or the tech you use for them.

( he adds, stifling a yawn. one more incredibly superficial thing he's more aware of after the mission they all just exhausted themselves on, albeit in different ways. forehead ribbon discrimination validated?! )

I'd be afraid of breaking the controller...

( he's got no filter most the time anyway, so there, have very tired competitive nature thoughts, and one moment of too strong grip, and...! the problem. it presents itself. )

[ There's a huff, light. ] Then buy a stronger one. If you like the look of them anyway - but you sound like you'd be better off with sleep, for now.

[ Than thinking about videogames. Orrrr continuing to embarrass his pal. Sorry, pal-that-Tidus-thinks-he-might-know-but-let's-not-think-about-it. ]

( it's fine, it's not like he didn't tell Sizhui exactly what he was going to do

like you do with your best bro, who probably sits there face palming and making distressed sounds while knowing this is indeed exactly how you show you care. )

No idea if I do, ( he says, or at least grumbles, but then he shifts and flaps his hand at the screen. yes, yes, he heard, he obeys, he's tired. )

Sleep it is.

Niight. [ Haha. He returns the shoddy wave with a raised hand, a lilt to the farewell, and he'll leave first.

And so go back to whatever he was doing with a dumb smile on his face. For the dumb five minutes that turned into. ]

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