Tidus stays laying on his stomach, the bench not that comfortable, but it'll make do for the time being. Arms folded under his chest as a means of support, easier to watch Roland as he rounds him, from one side to the other. There he goes!
But there is fondness in Roland's telling, a story of real events. There's been a question on Tidus's tongue that gets semi-answered, but not completely. Knowledge Tidus probably knew once, but forgot. ]
I think someone has a ballpit, somewhere. Maybe even me or Inigo, from that Aquafir place?
[ You know, he remembers something like a ballpit. But while he shares that, he has to add: ]
But I don't know who'd enjoy that, save the higgledies. Which isn't a bad idea. [ He looks down at one by his bench, bringing his folded arms together, a smile on his face. But oh, right- ]
The White House - that's the place you work in? Or what - that where the president lives?
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Tidus stays laying on his stomach, the bench not that comfortable, but it'll make do for the time being. Arms folded under his chest as a means of support, easier to watch Roland as he rounds him, from one side to the other. There he goes!
But there is fondness in Roland's telling, a story of real events. There's been a question on Tidus's tongue that gets semi-answered, but not completely. Knowledge Tidus probably knew once, but forgot. ]
I think someone has a ballpit, somewhere. Maybe even me or Inigo, from that Aquafir place?
[ You know, he remembers something like a ballpit. But while he shares that, he has to add: ]
But I don't know who'd enjoy that, save the higgledies. Which isn't a bad idea. [ He looks down at one by his bench, bringing his folded arms together, a smile on his face. But oh, right- ]
The White House - that's the place you work in? Or what - that where the president lives?