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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."

Date: 2007-02-05 12:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] night-hibiscus.livejournal.com
"I don't know if it does anything," she says, curious herself.

It's a cube, and every side is a different color.

When she's turning it over in her hands, one of the layers rotates. "Oh!"

She peers at the art on the tag, ignoring the tiny and eye-blurring print. "I think it's a puzzle?"

Date: 2007-02-05 12:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com
"Like in the temples?"

Huh.

Date: 2007-02-05 12:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] night-hibiscus.livejournal.com
She giggles. "Well, it's a little smaller!"

"I think you scramble it up," she says, her hands moving and clicking and clacking, "and then you have to--" click, click clack "--oh dear."

Click click clack click clack.

"Well, now we have to buy it!"

Date: 2007-02-05 01:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com
He's grinning.

"Okay. And hey, maybe you could say that was a gift from someone along the road, if anyone asks where you got it."

Date: 2007-02-05 01:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] night-hibiscus.livejournal.com
She scratches the plastic finish with a fingernail, thoughtful. "Mm-hm. And I think I could hide it in my sleeves, anyway. It's small."

Date: 2007-02-05 01:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com
"You could probably hide half the bar in your sleeves."

Tidus is grinning entirely too widely.

Date: 2007-02-05 01:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] night-hibiscus.livejournal.com
She sticks her tongue out (again), then blushes bright red and puts it away, turning on her heel towards the front of the store and the cashiers.

Date: 2007-02-05 01:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com
Tidus--

is not at all thinking a thing about Yuna's tongue, because that would be very disrespectful and also, giant kittyman would eat him.

...Okay, mostly giant kittyman would eat him.

He follows her, ball still bouncing, and gets rung up--and manages to pay with a minimum of problems--before they're back on the street.






And now he doesn't know what to say again.

Dammit.

Date: 2007-02-05 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] night-hibiscus.livejournal.com
Yuna is not thinking about anything dirty; just about that stupid waitress.

She is also thinking about how the middle pieces never move, though.

Click clack clack.

"I guess we better see if we can find Ray," she says wistfully. "Did you have a good time?"

Date: 2007-02-07 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com
Yuna's narration previously was the one pointing out how cute she is, we would just like to remind everyone.

Tidus is mostly watching her, not the cube, for a minute, before he remembers that answering is polite.

"Oh! Yeah." And he's grinning widely as he nudges her shoulder with his. "Almost like being, well. Home."

It's only a little wistful, and it's not really almost like it, but it's close.

Date: 2007-02-07 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] night-hibiscus.livejournal.com
Home, again.

Home is a fluid concept.

Yuna opens her mouth, maybe to say that, maybe not, but changes gears when a figure moving through the crowds and sleet catches her eye. "Oh, there's Ray!"

She drops the cube into her pocket. "I had a good time, too," she says confidentially, and takes his hand again.

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