It's more of a notebook than a book, opened to a page, some scribbling of an alphabet on there. That Tidus had even forgotten, an "oh" as he looks back from it to Wangji. But shaking his head all the same.

"Nah, it's cool. Let's talk." He makes the notebook disappear, in the same gold colouring he had made the weapons appear during the mission. Relaxes, as he listens to Wangji.

The joke definitely gets a raised brow.

"Yeah, let's hold off on the blood writing."

Please! Some people would, but Tidus will skip that.

"But that's it -- cinnabar. Wuxian - Wei Ying? Uh." Hold on, there's a memory coming to him. "--Is it okay for me to call him that? He said a name for you once... and teased me when I used it."

Then again, Wuxian teases Tidus about everything.

"Is that a personal nickname?"