Tidus wished that time moved like that for him. Especially on the train - but maybe the problem was that time was becoming like that. A little too much. Days hard to separate, how long it's been since one event or the other; going to sleep after one mission, and waking up to another.
Waiting on some greater change, but living in the middle of it too.
But for now, all he has is feeling awkward at the sight of the tray and food, the reminder of his rude arrival, but not lingering on it at the lead in of the question.
"Hm? What's up?"
It should sound serious like that, but he's feeling too sluggish to get concerned too quick.
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Tidus wished that time moved like that for him. Especially on the train - but maybe the problem was that time was becoming like that. A little too much. Days hard to separate, how long it's been since one event or the other; going to sleep after one mission, and waking up to another.
Waiting on some greater change, but living in the middle of it too.
But for now, all he has is feeling awkward at the sight of the tray and food, the reminder of his rude arrival, but not lingering on it at the lead in of the question.
"Hm? What's up?"
It should sound serious like that, but he's feeling too sluggish to get concerned too quick.
(Maybe he wants a salt and pepper shaker.)