Is Tidus the one who should be concerned here? Puzzled? The brief moment of the arm around him, and the mix from apprehension to a warm friendliness puzzles Tidus. ...or maybe the arm is what does more.
But he puts it aside, tries not to overthink it and follows Roland in his footsteps over to the door, large and unassuming. A switch sits to the side, eyes on it before Roland's approval. But with it spoken, Tidus walks over to put his hand on it, and the barrier splits apart from the middle and draws inward into the framing of the walls; revealing on the other side of the threshold the plain expanse that awaits them.
Stretching, stretching on. Tidus stares for a second or so at it from where he is, but steps inside without hesitating. Looking up to a ceiling that bears upon it a cloudy blue sky in motion. A contrast to the world of nothing below.
"Someone didn't finish decorating," is Tidus's first thought to it all. Puzzled, perplexed. This was...a sight.
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But he puts it aside, tries not to overthink it and follows Roland in his footsteps over to the door, large and unassuming. A switch sits to the side, eyes on it before Roland's approval. But with it spoken, Tidus walks over to put his hand on it, and the barrier splits apart from the middle and draws inward into the framing of the walls; revealing on the other side of the threshold the plain expanse that awaits them.
Stretching, stretching on. Tidus stares for a second or so at it from where he is, but steps inside without hesitating. Looking up to a ceiling that bears upon it a cloudy blue sky in motion. A contrast to the world of nothing below.
"Someone didn't finish decorating," is Tidus's first thought to it all. Puzzled, perplexed. This was...a sight.