Great. Tidus used to hear that word so often, and truthfully, he cared; cared when it came to blitzball, coming from the same mouths who'd have praise to give for his father, and usually that praise wasn't far behind. But greatness--Tidus twists to face out to the sea, and he stretches his limbs: back arched forward, straightening with his arms going up and bending behind his head.
He keeps it for a second and then releases the position with a satisfied sigh. Hands dropping into the sand.
"Just be you! I like you." Ah, wait. With some oomph: "You're Inigo of Ylisse, son of the Exalt...! Carrier of, uhhh- the Great Dragon Blood Pact!"
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Great. Tidus used to hear that word so often, and truthfully, he cared; cared when it came to blitzball, coming from the same mouths who'd have praise to give for his father, and usually that praise wasn't far behind. But greatness--Tidus twists to face out to the sea, and he stretches his limbs: back arched forward, straightening with his arms going up and bending behind his head.
He keeps it for a second and then releases the position with a satisfied sigh. Hands dropping into the sand.
"Just be you! I like you." Ah, wait. With some oomph: "You're Inigo of Ylisse, son of the Exalt...! Carrier of, uhhh- the Great Dragon Blood Pact!"