[ When the image comes through, Tidus can guess his way into opening it (he's got enough experience for that), but he has to consider if to go now or later. Now wins out; the GPS maps never stay the same to trust.
It takes him twenty minutes to reach the office door, buzzing or knocking to be let in -- whatever his options are. Tidus wears his chagrin on his face, arms folded across his chest; his expression not shifting beyond an unimpressed slant of his mouth into his cheek. ]
Hi.
[ A gloomy greeting, one syllable -- but beneath the auto-translation, something other than Common or English. ]
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It takes him twenty minutes to reach the office door, buzzing or knocking to be let in -- whatever his options are. Tidus wears his chagrin on his face, arms folded across his chest; his expression not shifting beyond an unimpressed slant of his mouth into his cheek. ]
Hi.
[ A gloomy greeting, one syllable -- but beneath the auto-translation, something other than Common or English. ]