Fair, even if it doesn't really assuage his confusion or pretty much anything else. But that's what happens when nobody has the answers than the ones—whoever they are—behind the attacks.
The finish of the woman's drink makes Tidus finally do more than just stare at his own, and he picks it up, the small bubble-shaped bits bobbing some when it brings it over to himself. There's the faintest smell like grapes when it comes under his nose, and he takes a sip.
...
And is about to put it back down like okay that tastes fine, when the thick grape-y taste turns sour and hot. It comes slamming down, a chunk thrown out across the table as Tidus wheezes and stands, head hanging, sputtering, "Shit! Water!"
It's like a truck just slammed his mouth with chillies and most sour fruits all at once. Sorry South, just brb he's got to get twelve glasses (or just two) of non-offensive drinking water.
He'll come back again, if South will still be there—and also probably someone to clean up that spill.
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The finish of the woman's drink makes Tidus finally do more than just stare at his own, and he picks it up, the small bubble-shaped bits bobbing some when it brings it over to himself. There's the faintest smell like grapes when it comes under his nose, and he takes a sip.
...
And is about to put it back down like okay that tastes fine, when the thick grape-y taste turns sour and hot. It comes slamming down, a chunk thrown out across the table as Tidus wheezes and stands, head hanging, sputtering, "Shit! Water!"
It's like a truck just slammed his mouth with chillies and most sour fruits all at once. Sorry South, just brb he's got to get twelve glasses (or just two) of non-offensive drinking water.
He'll come back again, if South will still be there—and also probably someone to clean up that spill.