"...numbers?" He'd give an exact number, but this thing doesn't want to settle on any, which starts to make Tidus think with that brain of his. Lifting up the wheelie number thingy higher, he watches as the...numbers keep changing as they were before, changing directions of where he points it.
"Maybe it's a signal? ... ...But I don't remember buying anything like that either." So, what could it be...
"...Hello?"
That's to their little wheelie friend, but trying to talk to it doesn't change anything about it, and after a few seconds, Tidus puts it down - letting it roam again freely in whichever direction it wants, while he goes back to pick up the box.
"What if the train got the name wrong? Think that's it?" It's never happened to him before, but what if? The discarded box is easy to find, but again as before, the name on it is his, and he sees nothing else about it on the cardboard.
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"Maybe it's a signal? ... ...But I don't remember buying anything like that either." So, what could it be...
"...Hello?"
That's to their little wheelie friend, but trying to talk to it doesn't change anything about it, and after a few seconds, Tidus puts it down - letting it roam again freely in whichever direction it wants, while he goes back to pick up the box.
"What if the train got the name wrong? Think that's it?" It's never happened to him before, but what if? The discarded box is easy to find, but again as before, the name on it is his, and he sees nothing else about it on the cardboard.