[ The ball is back in Tidus's hands from its place left on the floor, that dumb laugh wanting to leave him, tickling at his brain, but he's gotta resist. He can't even think about how odd the position feels, unused to it, 'cause that means thinking about everything else that comes with it.
(Like the baby)
(Can't think about the baby)
It's good that Roland is already on a ball with this, giving the countdown through those sounds, the hike familiar enough now to Tidus to respond. The ball darts from his hands to Roland's, and then he goes darting himself, getting some measure of distance away before he looks back as Roland had; waiting for it to get shot into the air, spiralling for him, or past him if he's not quick.
But Roland has a good throw, knows to use it for a guy like him, and Tidus doesn't aim to disappoint as his hands shoot out, jumping up and catching it. It stumbles as it makes contact, the spacing between them for a wider ball, but Tidus clamps his grip around it before it can bounce and drop, bringing it down to his chest as his feet come to a stop.
What would a guy with the ball now do in Blitzball?
Well, that's obvious-
Tidus looks across at Roland with an acknowledging gaze, before he throws up the football into the air; once, twice, giving it the same strength and catching as it spins back down, the motion almost careless looking. He does it a third, yet this time with a stronger arm, and in that same second it goes up, Tidus jumps with a twist: his entire body spinning, and with a greater height than is natural for a human, like a gymnastic in motion, helped up by a spring. What happens next is swift: a leg coming out, his foot connecting just in time with the rugby ball in its swing, and sending it too high above Roland's head to be a concern, slamming into the farthest back wall within seconds.
Feet hit the ground hard as Tidus catches his balance again, an echo sounding as the ball bounce and rocks to a stop where it lands. There's a pause in Tidus as he looks across at his work, breathing visible in his chest--and then he picks himself up, brings his fingers to his mouth and whistles a cheer obvious to any planet, loud and proud. ]
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(Like the baby)
(Can't think about the baby)
It's good that Roland is already on a ball with this, giving the countdown through those sounds, the hike familiar enough now to Tidus to respond. The ball darts from his hands to Roland's, and then he goes darting himself, getting some measure of distance away before he looks back as Roland had; waiting for it to get shot into the air, spiralling for him, or past him if he's not quick.
But Roland has a good throw, knows to use it for a guy like him, and Tidus doesn't aim to disappoint as his hands shoot out, jumping up and catching it. It stumbles as it makes contact, the spacing between them for a wider ball, but Tidus clamps his grip around it before it can bounce and drop, bringing it down to his chest as his feet come to a stop.
What would a guy with the ball now do in Blitzball?
Well, that's obvious-
Tidus looks across at Roland with an acknowledging gaze, before he throws up the football into the air; once, twice, giving it the same strength and catching as it spins back down, the motion almost careless looking. He does it a third, yet this time with a stronger arm, and in that same second it goes up, Tidus jumps with a twist: his entire body spinning, and with a greater height than is natural for a human, like a gymnastic in motion, helped up by a spring. What happens next is swift: a leg coming out, his foot connecting just in time with the rugby ball in its swing, and sending it too high above Roland's head to be a concern, slamming into the farthest back wall within seconds.
Feet hit the ground hard as Tidus catches his balance again, an echo sounding as the ball bounce and rocks to a stop where it lands. There's a pause in Tidus as he looks across at his work, breathing visible in his chest--and then he picks himself up, brings his fingers to his mouth and whistles a cheer obvious to any planet, loud and proud. ]