[ Oh look at him being a sourgrapes over a dumb joke. Tidus just makes a motion half-close to rolling his eyes, but there's sports to be had, and his hands are ready to catch the baby--I mean, the horse ball.
It doesn't seem to matter if he's ready though. Once Roland passes the ball, it's quick, there in his hands before he can think about it, and Tidus forgets if he's supposed to do something else or letting Roland do all the legwork. Oh wait, he's just meant to be throwing, right? And he remembers the way to grasp the ball, catching the glances Roland's taking, waiting until he's made some distance before rearing back his arm- ]
Hike!
[ And he throws it, not exactly aiming for Roland, but turning it into a whizzing bullet somewhere to the side of Roland in direction, but with a height so that it falls down in a curve--and hopefully he'll be able to catch it before it hits the ground.
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It doesn't seem to matter if he's ready though. Once Roland passes the ball, it's quick, there in his hands before he can think about it, and Tidus forgets if he's supposed to do something else or letting Roland do all the legwork. Oh wait, he's just meant to be throwing, right? And he remembers the way to grasp the ball, catching the glances Roland's taking, waiting until he's made some distance before rearing back his arm- ]
Hike!
[ And he throws it, not exactly aiming for Roland, but turning it into a whizzing bullet somewhere to the side of Roland in direction, but with a height so that it falls down in a curve--and hopefully he'll be able to catch it before it hits the ground.
Maybe. Probably. ]