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The door opens, as has happened so many times before, onto a grey-walled alley. Ray pokes his head out and looks around. "Okay," he says. "We should be all right- come on out, guys."

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[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

It's kinda weird.

But he's in a good mood anyway, and grinning.

And whistles after a few minutes, a little in tune with Yuna's humming.

He does not take her hand.

But he does look at her out of the corner of his eye.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

Subconsciously, Yuna picks up on the whistling, and her humming gets a little bit louder and quite a bit closer to in-tune.

It's quite consciously that she notices him watching her, and deliberately looks away and off to the side and up a little, in the traditional female "I am very blase and do not notice you noticing me, but isn't this a good profile for me?" position.

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

Yevon forbid Tidus does not notice and grin a little more.

And keeps whistling and okay, fine, it's a nice profile for her. Yep.

And if she's going to show it it's only fair to appreciate it, right?

Right. Obviously.




Shit. He's gonna get eaten by a giant kittyman.

For the moment, though, he just takes her hand and keeps whistling. Casually. It is casual-hand-taking and casual-whistling both.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

She freezes a little, when he does, because--she was trying to nip any possible... anything.. in the bud. Right? Right. And she thought it was working.

Maybe it did work and this is the kind of natural, unself-conscious handholding like before. Yes.

She slows to look in a shop window, and when their arms first stretch and then their hands begin to part, her fingers tangle in his.

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

He was grinning.

Now he's just smiling, and enjoying the way the rings on her fingers rub against his--

Oh hell.

He's in trouble. He's in big trouble, Tidus realizes, and firmly doesn't think on that, just looks in the window with her.

"Man, everything's all--covered," he decides on, after a moment of looking at clothes on mannequins, "here."

It is, admittedly winter.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"I think it looks nice," says Yuna, who habitually wears enough fabric for two New York girls or eight Spirans.

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"You look nicer in what you wear at home," he informs her absently.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, it covers an awful lot," she says, a teasing mask. "Or do you really like the upper arms and not care about the rest?"

Underneath: he said home.

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"I, um."

Tidus stops.





"--I can't answer that one right now matter how I do, huh?"

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"No," she says, sounding very satisfied with herself, and allowing their pace to pick up slightly.

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

Tidus, in a great act of maturity, makes a face at her.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

Yuna deigns not to notice this.

As they pass the blocks, vaguely headed back towards the rezndevous point, Yuna does quite a bit of window shopping, but they're within a block or two of the Empire State Building again before she comes to a complete stop.


"Oooh. Let's go in this one," she says, peering first in the window and then up at the sign. (Macy's.)

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"Okay." He's not picky.

He is energized, still, and feels he could walk much farther, but this store works if Yuna wants it.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

Yuna is picky, a little bit; she mainly picked this one because she realizes that they're almost back to the start and she's passed by every store they've seen, wondering if the next one might be better.

As they push inside and into the warm air, though, she feels pretty satisfied with her choice, however arbitrary. "It's so big," she murmurs.

It looks like they sell everything; she gravitates towards the clothes anyway.

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

Oh hellss, Tidus does not say, nor groan.

Besides, it makes her happy.

He's not sure how they're going to get some of these clothes back, if that's what she wants, but he's CONVINCED he'll figure it out if needed.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

Don't be silly. Clothes are just for looking at.

"How much time do we have left?"


...and maybe for trying on.

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

Yeah, maybe.

"Little under an hour." It's not exactly resigned--bit more amused than that--as he asks, "You want to try some of it on?"

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"...maybe?" She picks up a black dress with a red floral print from the rack and examines it.

"I'm sorry," she laughs. "If you want to go look at other things I'll understand."

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"Nah, I don't mind." Which is at least mostly true. "I used to go with my mom when she went shopping."

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I like this, too!" she says, scooping up a blue top with long, draping sleeves.

She looks around for a fitting room. "Um--I'll be right back!"

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

He laughs, a little, and just says, "Okay," and leans against the wall.

He kind of wishes he could have brought a blitzball with him. Or his sword, even--he does better with something to play with, one way or another--but lacking either he settles for tapping his foot and waiting mostly patiently.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

It doesn't take very long to change these clothes, compared to the complexities of her usual costume; she reappears only few moments later in the blue tunic.

Spiran fashion being what it is, it doesn't occur to her that it's a shirt, not a dress. At least it's a size bigger; her hands nearly disappear into the sleeves, and the hem falls close to her knees. Her smile is tentative. "What do you think?"

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

Please forgive the gap in response, Tidus had to remember how to breathe.

And not stare at her legs. You're probably offending Yevon, he suspects, by staring at the future High Summoner's legs. That's bad. And stuff. Right.




Bad.

"...You should get that one."

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

Yuna beams, crossing her arms; the sleeves cut a fluttering trail when she moves her hands. "I like it, too," she says, with more than a little regret. "It's a little baggy."

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"No it's not."

--He probably shouldn't object, he muses, so quickly.

"Uh. Unless you think it is. Which you do. But it's still nice on you."

Tidus mentally congratulates himself on only sounding--he hopes--like half an idiot.