...Clef isn't wrong, even if - him? Learning armour magic? The conflicted doubt shows clear on his face; the twitching pulled brow, the hesitant moment it takes for Tidus to say anything again.
"Yeah, sure..." He looks at the hand, uncertain of that as he is the rest. "But I'm really bad at books. And I've never made anything in my life? --Anything good," he corrects. "Big. I made these paper stars-" he's making motions with his hands to indicate the size, no bigger than a tennis ball, "--and they came out fine I guess, but that's my level of making."
His hands are still where they were motioning, paused, before he uses one to scratch at the back of his head.
"Is it really complicated? Iii don't wanna waste anyone's time. And - I'm bad at being patient."
Bad at slowing down, bad at taking it slow, careful. He doesn't want to waste Clef's time, the offer he's giving - this guy should be able to look at him and know he'd be no good at complicated magic, right? But he wants to air it all out, make it clear. Let Clef be as sure as he is being - nice.
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"Yeah, sure..." He looks at the hand, uncertain of that as he is the rest. "But I'm really bad at books. And I've never made anything in my life? --Anything good," he corrects. "Big. I made these paper stars-" he's making motions with his hands to indicate the size, no bigger than a tennis ball, "--and they came out fine I guess, but that's my level of making."
His hands are still where they were motioning, paused, before he uses one to scratch at the back of his head.
"Is it really complicated? Iii don't wanna waste anyone's time. And - I'm bad at being patient."
Bad at slowing down, bad at taking it slow, careful. He doesn't want to waste Clef's time, the offer he's giving - this guy should be able to look at him and know he'd be no good at complicated magic, right? But he wants to air it all out, make it clear. Let Clef be as sure as he is being - nice.