It's not like he cares. It'd be more attention, one way or another. Maybe not the best attention, but attention, and that's what he likes the most about being a sports star off the field. His focus right now, though, is Auron's attention which has been promised to him and that takes precedence over his hypothetical fans.
Any focus on them vanishes when he gets his way. Auron might be a little annoyed with him, but he's still complying, isn't he?
Auron shifts him in his arms and Tidus drapes his arms over his shoulders, holding onto him in a way that's more reminiscent of when he was small. He seems content, being carried... being warm and close, the center of Auron's world right now. He stays that way, humming the hymn he knows softly, and sways his feet, the picture of the cat that got the cream.
It's the creak of the door that brings him back to his wanton intentions and he straightens enough to lean, tuck Auron's collar down with his fingers, and kiss him by his ear.
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It's not like he cares. It'd be more attention, one way or another. Maybe not the best attention, but attention, and that's what he likes the most about being a sports star off the field. His focus right now, though, is Auron's attention which has been promised to him and that takes precedence over his hypothetical fans.
Any focus on them vanishes when he gets his way. Auron might be a little annoyed with him, but he's still complying, isn't he?
Auron shifts him in his arms and Tidus drapes his arms over his shoulders, holding onto him in a way that's more reminiscent of when he was small. He seems content, being carried... being warm and close, the center of Auron's world right now. He stays that way, humming the hymn he knows softly, and sways his feet, the picture of the cat that got the cream.
It's the creak of the door that brings him back to his wanton intentions and he straightens enough to lean, tuck Auron's collar down with his fingers, and kiss him by his ear.