"Just chill!" comes Tidus's response to Roland, swallowed up by the surrounding air. Even with the man right next to him, clinging onto him with a grip that Tidus won't ever make fun of, he wonders if he hears him, but he won't bother calling a second a second time. It's exhilarating to him, this daring rush of about them; the height secondary to the way his nerves become giddy and bewildered all at once, but he doesn't shy away from watching the returning view below.
"Wooooooohoooooooo!"
Which might explain that joyous cry as they advance back towards ground level. Tidus has his own grasp on the side of Roland's shirt, more for balance than fear, his other hand pressed to the side of his forehead, the length of his arm attempting to be used as a shield to keep his eyes drying out (no, it's not working out). Fist still squeezed tight, as if some reminder of the connection he's meant to be keeper. And through the same synchronisation with his own higgledy, Tidus knows their landing is coming; giving Hibber-Gibbers nothing but the faith louder in his heart than anything he could affirm with words. What he does speak, he does for Roland, tugging on his fabric of his shirt.
"Get ready!"
Everything happens, and it happens quick, but not as quick as it may seem. Hibber-Gibbers brings them downward but follows no exterior pull but his own. Gravity? What's that? No concern of Gibbs's, as by the time the shapes of walls and paths that make the unfinished city become more life-sized than toy, the air is nearer to a breeze than the hissing it was high above. They meet the shield, and there's a sensation under them that can only be described as a bump; the disk of water indeed bouncing off from the shield, it ascends only by a few feet and then lands on the ground -
and bursts, Tidus falling backwards with a "wah!" and taking Roland with him, to join the collection of water higgledy and Hibber-Gibbers already thrown around.
There was an error here, but it wasn't Gibbs's. Right now though, there's no room for figuring that out; only the sound of laughter coming from Tidus, the back of his clothing becoming thoroughly soaked.
Don't forget the squealing (happy) higgledys, either.
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"Wooooooohoooooooo!"
Which might explain that joyous cry as they advance back towards ground level. Tidus has his own grasp on the side of Roland's shirt, more for balance than fear, his other hand pressed to the side of his forehead, the length of his arm attempting to be used as a shield to keep his eyes drying out (no, it's not working out). Fist still squeezed tight, as if some reminder of the connection he's meant to be keeper. And through the same synchronisation with his own higgledy, Tidus knows their landing is coming; giving Hibber-Gibbers nothing but the faith louder in his heart than anything he could affirm with words. What he does speak, he does for Roland, tugging on his fabric of his shirt.
"Get ready!"
Everything happens, and it happens quick, but not as quick as it may seem. Hibber-Gibbers brings them downward but follows no exterior pull but his own. Gravity? What's that? No concern of Gibbs's, as by the time the shapes of walls and paths that make the unfinished city become more life-sized than toy, the air is nearer to a breeze than the hissing it was high above. They meet the shield, and there's a sensation under them that can only be described as a bump; the disk of water indeed bouncing off from the shield, it ascends only by a few feet and then lands on the ground -
and bursts, Tidus falling backwards with a "wah!" and taking Roland with him, to join the collection of water higgledy and Hibber-Gibbers already thrown around.
There was an error here, but it wasn't Gibbs's. Right now though, there's no room for figuring that out; only the sound of laughter coming from Tidus, the back of his clothing becoming thoroughly soaked.
Don't forget the squealing (happy) higgledys, either.