Tidus knows where his mind had been when Harry first brought up the pawn shop: Home, a place a million miles nowhere away. Somewhere that no longer existed, and he wasn't so distracted by the clutter that made Harry's space his -- nicotine smell and all -- to make that mistake a second time.
But his mind still went to the rest of the world, the parts of it that did exist, and what would some shop in Dualis have of any of that? Tidus is half-listening to anything that Harry's been saying, nothing about it really needing an answer, but better attention with a slightly slacking pace never may have saved him from being Jamrock'd.
That is, slapping into Harry's back with his stop so abrupt, Tidus's delaying magic should take some classes from the guy.
His back more a wall than jello, Tidus bounces out of it more by his feet, his nose disgruntled and Tidus rubbing it after the fact. Looking at Harry with a dazed, ] Huh? [ then seeing the shop in question.
The announcement is more extravagant than the shop front itself, but that's not important. Tidus comes up beside Harry, not sure what the nerves in him are: anticipation? worry? Some strange desire to leave? But he ignores it for a put on, halfhearted cheer. ]
We might be able to find more of your music anyway, right?
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Tidus knows where his mind had been when Harry first brought up the pawn shop: Home, a place a million miles nowhere away. Somewhere that no longer existed, and he wasn't so distracted by the clutter that made Harry's space his -- nicotine smell and all -- to make that mistake a second time.
But his mind still went to the rest of the world, the parts of it that did exist, and what would some shop in Dualis have of any of that? Tidus is half-listening to anything that Harry's been saying, nothing about it really needing an answer, but better attention with a slightly slacking pace never may have saved him from being Jamrock'd.
That is, slapping into Harry's back with his stop so abrupt, Tidus's delaying magic should take some classes from the guy.
His back more a wall than jello, Tidus bounces out of it more by his feet, his nose disgruntled and Tidus rubbing it after the fact. Looking at Harry with a dazed, ] Huh? [ then seeing the shop in question.
The announcement is more extravagant than the shop front itself, but that's not important. Tidus comes up beside Harry, not sure what the nerves in him are: anticipation? worry? Some strange desire to leave? But he ignores it for a put on, halfhearted cheer. ]
We might be able to find more of your music anyway, right?
[ If nothing else. ]