[ He kicks about his feet, limbs like jelly as he shifts around where he stands. The movements of a kid who has to concede to some chore or point and begrudgingly agree. His head lulling from one side to the other, body turning in the movements on purpose, just to give him that privacy, though looking too careless on the outside to seem that way. ]
Yeah, okay. I guess you'd fit in. [ But Tidus faces back around, arms coming to fold. His smile smaller than it was before, softer; but something grateful in its pull, wistful.
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[ He kicks about his feet, limbs like jelly as he shifts around where he stands. The movements of a kid who has to concede to some chore or point and begrudgingly agree. His head lulling from one side to the other, body turning in the movements on purpose, just to give him that privacy, though looking too careless on the outside to seem that way. ]
Yeah, okay. I guess you'd fit in. [ But Tidus faces back around, arms coming to fold. His smile smaller than it was before, softer; but something grateful in its pull, wistful.
Happy. ]
I'll show you a game sometime.