Jecht (
tenyearswaiting) wrote in
dualislogs2019-11-19 10:58 pm
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[Closed] Fashionably late
WHO: Jecht, Yuna, Tidus
WHAT: Soft (and late) intro for Jecht
WHERE: Dualis
WHEN: Before the ball
WARNING: None yet
[Starters within]
WHAT: Soft (and late) intro for Jecht
WHERE: Dualis
WHEN: Before the ball
WARNING: None yet
[Starters within]

For Yuna
"Ain't my fault you've never seen someone with a body this good and I don't have to cover my body in metal to get these guns." He huffs, which really isn't helping his argument as more people seem to gather around to watch... or help the youth in protesting Jecht's attitude.
Ugh, he's just trying to get something to eat. Leave him alone.
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"You can't come in here like that." She didn't realize that she sounded a bit like a mother scolding their child. "The sign says no shirt, no shorts, no service." It was posted though Yuna wasn't surprised that Jecht hadn't seen it. He hadn't been the kind of person who followed conventions.
"I'm sorry." She bowed to the young man. "Please excuse him. Can we place an order to go? We'll wait outside while it's getting ready." Then maybe they could sort all of this out...
For Tidus
One long swim later and Jecht finally comes out of the lake dripping wet, earning some strange looks from the locals walking around the boardwalk. He just grins at them cheekily as he runs his hand through his hair to squeeze out excess water.
"What? Never seen a hot guy before?"
He's enjoying his freedom. Leave him alone. Any mystery surrounding this Head and DNA and cures can wait. He hasn't walked among people and cities in ten years.
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Truthfully, he's not really sure what this is meant to be. It's a joke now for a guy like him to call things dreams, but Tidus still wonders, despite nothing about this being anything he could imagine. Temples, diseases and cures; buildings so mismatched in their architecture, sights he would never conjure up even in restless fevers.
But the small park attracts him because it's away from all that, promises him a sky and a natural view. The pleasantries of families and friends being out enjoying themselves doesn't bother him. It's nice even, to have half an ear to. You didn't hear it in Spira. But, Zanarkand...
Except, there were certain types of family Tidus didn't expect to find.
Which is to say: he sees him. Sees him some from the back, tall, dark, and a voice so confident, it just naturally fills the air all around it. Tidus stops in his tracks, staring. Waiting for his eyes to see properly, to change the details, to make into whatever it's meant to be.
Someone else. It had to be someone else—
He lasts just a few seconds before he's running, startling a person on the way, his footsteps hard against the wood of the boardwalk. The possibility is enough to make him believe, and Tidus reaches out and pulls on an arm before his feet have even completely stopped moving, yanking hard, misplacing manners to see the man's face.
And then he stands frozen, staring wide-eyed that that face, voice dying in his throat.