But Tidus doesn't fuss about it. ... alright, so there is a '...Roland?' when he takes too long to answer, a temptation to ask if he fell over, but Tidus holds his tongue. There's the edge of a table with his butt's name on it, close to the pouch of sweets and plants.
And oh look - at who decided to dramatically waltz into the carriage. (Hate it when he does that)
Tidus folds his own arms, a crooked brow. Watching the earlier bag of soreaway sweets be done back up. Pah, no one asked him to! ]
Well, then you and Nell can have some fun in the kitchen! She makes her own lotions and salves back home. You met her? She's on Orange. [ He waves a hand. ] The more people who know how to make 'em, the more people'll feel like they're helping.
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But Tidus doesn't fuss about it. ... alright, so there is a '...Roland?' when he takes too long to answer, a temptation to ask if he fell over, but Tidus holds his tongue. There's the edge of a table with his butt's name on it, close to the pouch of sweets and plants.
And oh look - at who decided to dramatically waltz into the carriage. (Hate it when he does that)
Tidus folds his own arms, a crooked brow. Watching the earlier bag of soreaway sweets be done back up. Pah, no one asked him to! ]
Well, then you and Nell can have some fun in the kitchen! She makes her own lotions and salves back home. You met her? She's on Orange. [ He waves a hand. ] The more people who know how to make 'em, the more people'll feel like they're helping.