Look at that eight feet tall tank of a man. Tidus doesn't really have the chance (or airways) to complain, the man giving a friendly grunt and striding over to Tidus with heavy steps. Rounds the young man, and without fuss picks him off his feet to wrap his arms where they need to be.

And they thrust.

And they thrust.

And they thrust-!

And Tidus spits up the food, falling close to his knees as the man gives a hearty laugh and lets him go, crumbling the rest of the way to the floor with a slap across his back. 'No problem, they good!' declares the man.

While Tidus - ... while Tidus will just stay on the ground, hands keeping him from dropping entirely, but.

"Think...think I'll stay here..."

good bye.........