( in full sorta circle sense, he's caught up to while he's going through his sword forms, expression set into his version of neutrality: he who can, and does, suffer resting bitch face when concentrating.
the call out of his name breaks through that, and he comes out of a twisting thrust to lower his blade, sheath in his other hand. his tail forms a sort of sweep to the side as his eyebrows lift and he offers a half-smile, still mentally in training mode. )
Tidus? ( he truly shakes his head then, and sheathes his sword, one smooth motion. ) Did you need me for something?
( ............. wait but why, he's like, the least useful person for train things, so he amends: )
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the call out of his name breaks through that, and he comes out of a twisting thrust to lower his blade, sheath in his other hand. his tail forms a sort of sweep to the side as his eyebrows lift and he offers a half-smile, still mentally in training mode. )
Tidus? ( he truly shakes his head then, and sheathes his sword, one smooth motion. ) Did you need me for something?
( ............. wait but why, he's like, the least useful person for train things, so he amends: )
Did you want a running buddy?
( nailed it )