[Tidus is no stranger to being chased by reporters. It's all part of the game when you're a popular athlete back home, after all. But it's his moogle Zunne, a tiny thing wearing black shades and a scowl, who first notices that something is amiss.]
I think we're being watched.
Huh? What's up, bud?
[Zunne responds with an exasperated grunt and points at a nearby tree. Tidus looks up, finally hears a rustling, and shakes his head. He's not especially worried right now, but he has a spell called up in the back of his mind just in case. He raises his voice for this part:]
Y'know, I don't bite unless you try to bite me first...
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I think we're being watched.
Huh? What's up, bud?
[Zunne responds with an exasperated grunt and points at a nearby tree. Tidus looks up, finally hears a rustling, and shakes his head. He's not especially worried right now, but he has a spell called up in the back of his mind just in case. He raises his voice for this part:]
Y'know, I don't bite unless you try to bite me first...