Spending time with the sportsman is definitely helping Esteban understand why competitive sports were banned back in the early days of the Moon Mountains.
There's an energy that they share, both of them challenging each other through the maze of jumps and handbars, stretching beyond Esteban's usual limits which he refuses to back down on-- yes, actually, he can do it, don't tease him, Tidus-- and ridding each other of much of the antsy energy that's been following them around. Thinking's not his forte either; and the movement falls in with its own type of meditation and relief. Something grounding and breathless at the same time, that fills him out with light and joy.
He really likes spending time with the blond, so his suggestion is more than welcome, and he gratefully joins his friend, leaning both of his arms on the rim of the pool and laying his chin atop them. The tip of his longer bangs splay against the pastel tiles, garnet against a gentle shade, and Esteban lets his gaze linger on the nothingness of it as he relax, nodding at Tidus' casually tossed comment. A grin stretches his lips after a moment.
"But aren't we though? I mean; doesn't the train run on emotions?" Something like that? Where had he heard that again? He's forgotten. The bath's warmth is soothing, and though Esteban would like it closer to scalding, it's not something he wants to endanger anyone else with. He doesn't really wait for the blond to respond to his question.
"Say-- where'd you learn to move like that?" It's... a little more complicated than he thought to ask; Esteban's daily exercises do include strength and flexibility training, enough that he can keep up with the blond, but Tidus always seems to go at such extremes that it makes the half-elf curious. It pushes Esteban's limits further, sure, but he wouldn't have thought to learn how to do a backflip, or a one-arm handstand if the blond hadn't been there to push him for it. It makes him wonder how the blond had come across these challenges.
Oh! What a cute icon~ and yeah! wildcard is more than fine~
There's an energy that they share, both of them challenging each other through the maze of jumps and handbars, stretching beyond Esteban's usual limits which he refuses to back down on-- yes, actually, he can do it, don't tease him, Tidus-- and ridding each other of much of the antsy energy that's been following them around. Thinking's not his forte either; and the movement falls in with its own type of meditation and relief. Something grounding and breathless at the same time, that fills him out with light and joy.
He really likes spending time with the blond, so his suggestion is more than welcome, and he gratefully joins his friend, leaning both of his arms on the rim of the pool and laying his chin atop them. The tip of his longer bangs splay against the pastel tiles, garnet against a gentle shade, and Esteban lets his gaze linger on the nothingness of it as he relax, nodding at Tidus' casually tossed comment. A grin stretches his lips after a moment.
"But aren't we though? I mean; doesn't the train run on emotions?" Something like that? Where had he heard that again? He's forgotten. The bath's warmth is soothing, and though Esteban would like it closer to scalding, it's not something he wants to endanger anyone else with. He doesn't really wait for the blond to respond to his question.
"Say-- where'd you learn to move like that?" It's... a little more complicated than he thought to ask; Esteban's daily exercises do include strength and flexibility training, enough that he can keep up with the blond, but Tidus always seems to go at such extremes that it makes the half-elf curious. It pushes Esteban's limits further, sure, but he wouldn't have thought to learn how to do a backflip, or a one-arm handstand if the blond hadn't been there to push him for it. It makes him wonder how the blond had come across these challenges.