"I was pretty much set for life," he confirms. "Started professionally at sixteen. Never had to think about money before, to be honest--my dad was a blitzball player before me, and I lived off his money since...forever."

His voice falters at the end, sharing it. A grimace of a smile, a pang to remember his dad. Funny, when really, he never thought about how that money covered him. And the times that he did, it made him determined to not need it, that one day, he'd cover all he spent, and then some.

--but they're meant to be getting away from the buzzkill of the summer beach vibe, and Tidus hums a laugh behind his mouth, picks up his own drink forgotten until then. Asks, "So your dad was some hotshot too?" before taking a long sip.