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He's pretty sure Wakka is about to die of embarrassment.
It doesn't stop him, really, from grabbing the bullhorn and yelling at the Goers. He'll argue, afterwards, that he did not cackle like a loon after declaring they'd win. But he meant what he yelled.
The Aurochs will take that cup this year.
Assuming...Wakka doesn't strangle him.
That may be a big assumption.
Maester (maester? What the heck's a maester?) Mika is arriving, and even Tidus can realize this is important. For one thing because he doesn't think he's seen anyone more excited to see someone than they are to see Yuna, except for this.
And then there's the...guy.
Tidus doesn't like him. His hair! What kind of hair is that? And his veins. Hello, obvious high blood pressure.
But Yuna's watching him, Tidus realizes, and it's funny how, even if you know there's not really a good reason for it, your stomach can clench up. Your stomach and maybe your fist, too.
Wakka makes him bow his head, and he knows that there are two voices, one old (Someone's gonna need a sending soon) and one smooth as silk (Slimey creep) talking, but he's not listening. He doesn't care, not really. Not his world, for one.
And he's totally not bothered that Yuna's cheeks are pink.
Nope.
Not, he thinks, grimly, at all, and when Wakka puts a hand on his shoulder, Tidus makes himself stop thinking about Tall, Blue, and Veiny, or the Lady Summoner's reaction to him.
Because it's time to blitz.
It doesn't stop him, really, from grabbing the bullhorn and yelling at the Goers. He'll argue, afterwards, that he did not cackle like a loon after declaring they'd win. But he meant what he yelled.
The Aurochs will take that cup this year.
Assuming...Wakka doesn't strangle him.
That may be a big assumption.
Maester (maester? What the heck's a maester?) Mika is arriving, and even Tidus can realize this is important. For one thing because he doesn't think he's seen anyone more excited to see someone than they are to see Yuna, except for this.
And then there's the...guy.
Tidus doesn't like him. His hair! What kind of hair is that? And his veins. Hello, obvious high blood pressure.
But Yuna's watching him, Tidus realizes, and it's funny how, even if you know there's not really a good reason for it, your stomach can clench up. Your stomach and maybe your fist, too.
Wakka makes him bow his head, and he knows that there are two voices, one old (Someone's gonna need a sending soon) and one smooth as silk (Slimey creep) talking, but he's not listening. He doesn't care, not really. Not his world, for one.
And he's totally not bothered that Yuna's cheeks are pink.
Nope.
Not, he thinks, grimly, at all, and when Wakka puts a hand on his shoulder, Tidus makes himself stop thinking about Tall, Blue, and Veiny, or the Lady Summoner's reaction to him.
Because it's time to blitz.