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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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[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.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

Yuna preens; mostly inwardly, although she tucks her braids back and looks off to one side.

"Well, I can't really take anything like this back, anyway," she says, her voice tinged with regret. "But I like trying it." She regards herself in a mirror a bit, then sighs. "Should I try the other one now?"

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"Point."

Tidus voice, surprisingly, is also a bit regretful.

"Sure!"

Suddenly Yuna trying clothes on seems much more fun.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

She returns in a few moment, fidgeting with the short cap-sleeves. "I wish there were sleeves to match this one," she says, rubbing her forearm. "But it looks like they don't have any." She cranes her neck, looking around the store. "Maybe they're in a different section. I like the print though."

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

While Tidus thinks Yuna's quite pretty in this dress, he has slightly more jaw control, for which many feminists and his own dignity--or what remains of it--are grateful.

"It looks nice on you."

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

She's beaming again.

"I like flowers," she says. "I don't know. Maybe I should look at something with a longer skirt."

Yuna does not like her knees all that much. "--oh, but I shouldn't use up all our time. This is your trip!"

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

Tidus is liking Yuna's knees.

We're just saying.

And a million feminists fall upon his mun and scream, "TRAITOR" for this thread.

"It's okay! Really! But, uh. We have maybe forty minutes before we should head back. If you want to do this, that's okay. But if you want to do something else, we should head there."

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"Let's look at something else," she says, quashing her reluctance. "I want you to have a good time. I'll be right back."

She returns in the outfit the Bar gave her, and looks around the store. "What next?"

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," he admits, and glances around.

"--Oh, hey, I think that's a map."

It's weird, reading these letters, but he can get most of it.

"...You want to look at toys?"

It could be fun!

And the sports equipment is right by them,

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"Okay!" she says cheerfully. She leans over his back, resting a hand on his shoulder, to peer at it, too.

She's not looking for the sleeve department. She's not.

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

The narration can say what it likes, she totally is.

Sadly, Macy's seems to be lacking in this area.

Tidus--just as cheerfully, mind, and only so they don't get seperated--reaches for the hand on his shoulder, after figuring out where they are--YOU ARE HERE is helpful--and tugs her in the appropriate direction.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"They don't have any blitzballs!" she says, half-shocked, when they reach the sports section.

There are a lot of balls, none of which she recognizes, and no blitzballs. So much for getting Wakka a souvenir.

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"..."

If Tidus knew about, "Whut." he would be saying just this.

As it is, he looks vaguely shocked.

He's aware Ray had never heard of the game, mind, but still!

...But there are other balls that catch his attention fairly quickly.

"--Yuna! Feel this!"

And lo, he did discover a basketball.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"It's all bumpy!" she says. "And orange. It's like an orange."




"...a big one."

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"It feels kinda...rubbery. Hey, I wonder--"

Bounce--bouncebouncebouncebouncebouce.

EYES OF GLEE.

Tidus has a new toy.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

Yuna laughs. "Wow! It's bouncy!"

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

Bouncebouncebouncebouncebounce.






"Huh?" He blinkes up at Yuna after a minute.

"Sorry, did you--what'd you say?"

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

She laughs. "Never mind." She examines up a small white ball with stitching on it. "There are a lot of different ones."

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"There really are. I wonder what you use them all for..."

Tidus could quite happily spend more time here.

"Maybe we could bring Wakka one of the smaller ones?"

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"And tell him we found it behind the ruins?" she says, skeptical, but willing to be convinced.

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

"--Yes."

What? Tidus thinks it's a brilliant idea.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

"I guess--there's not a more reasonable explanation. I mean, he'd have to believe it."

Still doubtful. "Do you want to get the orangeball? You could keep it at Milliways, anyway."

[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

Shifty eyes left.

Shifty eyes right.





"Well. Uh. We'd have to get you something true. It's only fair."

Oh yeah, he wants the orangeball.

It's STILL BOUNCING.

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

She laughs. "Well, I don't think I want a ball. Let me look at what else they have."

She wanders into the aisles of toys near the sporting goods, occasionally picking something small up and playing with it. The slinky is interesting!