[ A handshake. Tidus sees the open palm for what it is when he regards it, a foreign sight, more with his life away from stardom. The reminder of what it means, what it signals now.
A small huff leaves Tidus's throat, and he slaps into it, hearty and with a sting, grabbing it into more of a joined fist of solidarity. ]
Good! Haunt ya if you don't.
[ Is that too morbid? He's got a smirk tugged up one side of his mouth anyway, something private for them. ]
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A small huff leaves Tidus's throat, and he slaps into it, hearty and with a sting, grabbing it into more of a joined fist of solidarity. ]
Good! Haunt ya if you don't.
[ Is that too morbid? He's got a smirk tugged up one side of his mouth anyway, something private for them. ]