Pink Panther

A Topic dedicated to @Spencer <3

outfit + looks

Place: The park on the southside
Time: 21.05
Weather: Grey and cold.


He heard it. Even with the music in his ear, he could hear Spencers voice. In the beginning, Tidus were sure he had imagined it. But as he walked closer to the sound, he was sure. Spencer was in trouble.
Once again had one of Tidus run ended up with him getting into trouble. This time he was the one who needed to help someone. None other than his newest member Spencer.
As fast his demon legs could bare him, he ran towards the sound and scent of Spencer. The cold bit the skin of his cheeks as he ran through the park.
When he arrived, he saw what he had feared. Spencer was on the ground. A group of men over him, was kicking him everywhere. From his face to his stomach.
Tidus growled and without thinking of a plan, he made a portal over one of the mens head. The portal swallowed the man whole. Only a few seconds later, he appeared a few meters back, landing flat on the ground with his face first.
The men looked puzzled as they looked around. Only to be swallowed one by one by a portal. First when they were all on the ground, growling and wailing in pain from the rollercoaster ride, Tidus walked over to Spencer.
"Spenc!" he said worried and helped him up on his legs. He let one of Spencer´s arm wrap around Tidus neck.
Before the men could get up, Tidus made a new portal, to walk through with Spencer. He only heard the men yell up before he closed it behind them.
His attention was now went to Spencer. He checked him for deadly bruises. Luckily he couldn´t find any.
Tidus had taken Spencer back to the well known office in the headquarters.

Outfit

Spencer was getting in all kinds of trouble. He was drugged out of his mind. He had barely been able to stay on his feet when he saw the group of men. Seeing that this was the south side, they might be involved in a gang or something. They definitely weren’t happy when he accidentally knocked over their bikes. They had forced him into the park. ”Hey! That hurt!” They clearly didn’t care and just continued kicking him wherever they could reach. He laid still on the ground, feeling like that maybe made it less painful.
He felt the foot on the side of his head, forcing his head back. He closed his eyes, before things just stopped. He hurt a bump and looked up at the men surrounding him. Everyone looked confused, before they were swept off heir feet and forced through a portal. Was those Tidus’ portals?
He lifted his head and saw him move closer. He got on his feet, using Tidus to steady himself. He moved through the portal, not completely aware of what was going on.
He sat down in the first chair he could find back at his office. ”They have a very unhealthy relationship to their bikes,” he muttered looking up at Tidus who was searching his body for injuries. ”Am I still pretty to you?” He was thinking back on when they first met and had that bit about Tidus spoiling Spencer. He chuckled before coughing slightly. ”Thanks for getting me.” He stood up and took an unsteady step, almost falling over. As always, he was planning on taking care of himself. You couldn’t blame him for that - he had never had anyone to take care of it. It was a miracle his mother had even bothered feeding him before he could eat himself. Already in kindergarten, he had to get his own food. He had always been self-sufficient. He was not great at asking or taking help.

As Spencer explained that the men had have an unhealthy relationship with their bikes, Tidus couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.
“Yeah, that´s typical,” he commented and searched for the first aid kit. Tidus had insisted that they had one in every room. Not every race healed fast, therefore it could be needed, no matter how much some of the mafia members had laughed at the order.
He turned to look at Spencer for at short time when the question arrived. A warm and comforting smile appeared at Tidus face. “Of course, you are Spencer! No scratches could make you ugly to me.” He then turned his back to him again and finally found the first aid kid. When he turned his front to Spencer again, he was surprised to see the banshee was trying to get up, only to almost fall over his feet again.
“woooh wooh woooh!” Tidus screeched. Quicker than a blink of an eye, he was in front of Spencer and made him sit down again. “Sit down. Just for a few minutes… we need to patch you up you know.” His blue eyes looked at Spencer. They were warm and friendly.
Carefully, he started to take care of Spencer´s wounds. He started with the one on the face. It would sting a bit in Spencer as he clenched them with a strong alcohol.
“You´re welcome by the way,” he said with a smile. It was a late remark to Spencer´s thank you. “Couldn´t leave you behind with the bike issues, could I?” He smiled a warm smile at Spencer once again. “What were you doing out there anyway?”

Spencer was usually not a person easily rattled. He could seem calm in even dangerous situations. It wasn’t always how he was feeling, but that was beside the case. He wanted to be likeable, to be someone people wanted to be around. He was sure people would not like him as much if they saw all the dark and twisted things in him. So he rarely showed them.
Spencer slid a hand over his forehead wiping away fictional drops of sweat. ”I was afraid of that for a second,” he said with a soft chuckle, which stopped when he felt a discomfort on his side. He looked at Tidus when he was quickly by his side and made him sit down again. He couldn’t fight against it, but he wanted to just get out here. He was better to take care of himself. That way nobody would know just how broken he was, how weak he was. ”I’m fine,” he lied.
He sat still as he began cleaning his wounds. He made a slight flinch when alcohol was used to clean the wound on his face. He made a slight smile, showing of the cut on his lip when it began bleeding again. ”Sure you could’ve. It’s just not in your nature or some shit.” Not everybody would have helped him. He was not expecting people to anymore. But they did, time and time again. ”Just going for a stroll.” He touched the skin above his elbow. There was a slight hole and some bruising and dried blood. He looked at Tidus a moment, really look. ”Never expected my savior to be so handsome,” he said quietly. It was not a part of their game anymore. He genuinely meant it.

It was clear to Tidus that Spencer was lying about his welfare. The young man felt like shit. But, like a any other person in the world, he answered with a: I´m fine. Like a record tape.
He smiled weakly and kept patching the banshee up. The conclusion that it wasn’t in Tidus nature to leave Spencer behind, made the young demon laugh and nod.
“True… You and I barely know each other, but you already figured me out,” he teased and pulled Spencer´s arm towards himself. Without Spencer´s consent, he started to patch up the wound on the elbow. It would again sting and burn weakly for the banshee.
He smiled and nodded to Spencer´s: Out on a stroll answer.
“I´m glad I was out for a run then… working on that cardio,” he told the young mafia member and looked at him with a warm smile. The patching up was done. The blonde smiled over his final work and nodded to himself.
Spencer´s quiet little compliment surprised Tidus. He really didnt seen that one coming! Was its part of Spencer´s joking and dark humor?
Either way, it surprised him, which he showed with a heart-warming smile. “Why thank you.”
He did admit that he kind of thought Spencer didn’t mean it.
“Oh! I got something for you!” the blonde suddenly said. He went over to his desk, opened a drawer and put his hand down in it. Went he took it back up again, a pink gun was in his hand, made for none other than Spencer. “Ta da!”
Tidus smiled widely as he went over to Spencer and gave him the gun.

Pink gun (pink Panther)

Spencer smiled when Tidus laughed. ”It’s a gift…” He looked into the thin air. ”… And a curse,” he added dramatically. Without being prepared, he started to clean the wound on his elbow. ”Ow!” He cleared his throat. ”I mean… that doesn’t even hurt.” He smiled, as he was just trying to behave like those typical ‘macho-men.’ He wouldn’t call himself feminine, but he was not very macho either. ”You need better bedside manner dude,” he said with a smirk.
He looked Tidus up and down when he spoke about working on his cardio. ”You don’t need it.” He looked at him when he was finishing up. He felt better already. It would take some time before he was up to his best shape, but he was okay for now. ”You’re welcome?” He wasn’t sure what else to say. He looked at him as he went over to get something for him. He laughed when he saw the black and pink gun. ”This is fucking great.” He took the gun to feel it in his hand. It fit perfectly. He made sure the safety was on and stood up. He gently pointed it at Tidus’ chest, the edge of aligned with the middle of his chest. ”Think people will take me serious with this?” He couldn’t help but think they wouldn’t, which really didn’t matter to him. People underestimated him already. He looked at Tidus a moment before he leaned forward, and in a rash decision placed his lips on his. It was quick, before he leaned back. ”Fuck, sorry.” He shook his head and looked anywhere but Tidus.

To Tidus, it was fun and kind of cute, to see how tough Spencer tried to be. He chuckled lowly and shook his head. “Of course, it hurts… it´s alcohol on a wound… It´s bound to sting a little,” he said teasing.
Tidus didn’t care if Spencer was tough or not. As long as he was brave and kept his kind smile, then everything would be fine to the blonde.
He didn’t need the cardio. This made Tidus laugh. “Believe me… I do… I got a bit out of breath and dizzy the first time I had to run for something… Can´t have that for a Don now, can we?” with a wink, he smiled at Spencer and then went for the gun.
The smile on the banshee’s face, made it all worth it. The glim in his eyes… he looked so happy. This made Tidus smile widely. He didn’t even move back or question the fact that Spencer pointed the gun to his chest. He trusted that the banshee wouldn’t shoot him. Not even by accident.
A heart filled chuckled left Tidus lips as Spencer asked if people would take him seriously. “They will probably find it a bit funny, but none the less, just show them that you…” He got interrupted as Spencer placed their lips together. It all happened so fast. Tidus didn’t even get to react, before the banshee had separated from him, apologizing for the sudden movement.
Tidus had none the less gotten a blush on his cheeks. His face was puzzled and confused. There wasn’t any disgust or anger to find on him.
“Oh uhm… Uh… That´s… uhmm… okay… I did not see that coming!” he said light hearted. He tried to lift the atmosphere and show Spencer that it was okay! Nothing to be ashamed about!
Quickly he went over to the table with the alcohol. “Ru… You want some rum?”
was Spencer into men?
Or... was it something else?
He shouldnt think so much of it! Maybe it was an accident! It wasn´t that Spencer wasn´t cute! But but... Tidus was his boss!

Spencer wasn’t sure he was cut out to be in the mafia. You kinda had to be all badass, didn’t you? You couldn’t whine about having poured alcohol on an open wound, right? ”Didn’t some weirdo somewhere say that pain is just an illusion?”
Whether Spencer was brave or fucking stupid could be debated. He wasn’t scared of many things. He wouldn’t care if someone put a gun in his face. What he did cared about was if that person was also threatening someone else. If he died, he died. But if died and someone else was hurt because of it, that was when it mattered, when his death could cause pain to others. He had a feeling some people might be affected if he died but would soon return to their life. He wasn’t that important. ”It doesn’t vote well for people’s confidence in you, no.”
Spencer would of course not threaten Tidus for real, it was more to feel what it was like. He cut off his words by his sudden act involving in their lips pressed together for a short moment. He wasn’t even sure that Tidus were into men. It had just been too much for him. Everything he had done for him, and he didn’t know how to process it, so he just did something without thinking about it. Something he guessed most people liked.
He saw the slight color in his cheek, making him think he might be interested in men, but it still wasn’t okay. ”Yeah…” He said looking away. He knew Tidus were trying to make everything better, but it didn’t. ”I shouldn’t.” He didn’t think he needed more reasons to do dumb shit. ”Hey thanks for getting me and fixing me up and everything, but I think I should go before I act more like a jackass.” He stood up and took a few step towards the door. ”Listen I…” He sighed, not sure what to say. ”I’m an idiot. Can we just forget it happened? It would suck if this got me kicked out.”

In what seemed as panicked, Spencer fled to the door and asked for Tidus to forget it ever happened. He seemed scared that Tidus would kick him of the time. Quickly Tidus went over to him… or he rather placed himself in front of the door. Just so the banshee couldn’t escape. Tidus refused to let them separate like this.
“Wait, wait Mr. idiot and Jackass, and all those bad nicknames you give yourself!” he said and tried to calm Spenc down, by sending him a southing little smile. “You´re not fucking anything up okay? You´re rather cute, so I´m flattered! If it´s because you fear that I will look down on you because of your sexuality, then don’t worry! I´m gay myself.”
He had no idea where he was going with this. All he knew, was that he didn’t want Spencer to feel awkward around him or to fear, that he would look down at him for being gay.
“I´m sorry If I sounded selfish with the all compliment and stuff… please, stay a little longer,” he said and did take a step to the side, giving Spencer room to leave if he wanted to. “Of course, only if you want to. I may be your boss, but I´m down to earth and hey, maybe the kiss can give you a raise.”
He said it in teasing manner. Although… he discovered that it wasn’t appropriate. At all. He sighed and looked down, shaking his head. “Sorry… I did not mean it like that.” He looked up from the ground laughing. “I still have a lot to learn being a Don and all.”

Spencer took a step back when Tidus stepped in between him and the door. He was afraid he had stepped over a line and really fucked up. Fucking up was kind of his special, but somehow did might be worse. Because Tidus wasn’t just a random person he met. He was someone who’s trust and acceptance he longed for.
Spencer smiled a little by his words. Mr. Idiot. He should begin to go by that. ”Can’t look down on me, we’re about the same height,” he argued with a smile. ”But thank you,” he said with a more sincere smile. It was nice to know he was gay. Not because he was planning on doing something about it, but it just made him feel less alone in the mafia.
Spencer nodded when he was asked to stay a little longer. ”Only if there’s alcohol,” he said with a smirk. He rose an eyebrow slightly when he said the kiss would give him a raise. He quickly continued talking and explaining about his situation. ”Well you can’t really raise my salary without giving me a drug overdose, so I think I’m good.” He chuckled, even if it was a serious topic and he had dealt with it before. ”And I’m getting used to being a British citizen. It’s practically the same thing.” It really, really wasn’t, but he was just making a joke out of anything like always.

Tidus waved with his hand to comment on they were the same height.
“Potato, potato, “he chuckled. When it finally seemed to Spencer had calmed down, Tidus could calm down himself. and was there any better way than to calm down with alcohol?
He went over to the usual alcohol staff and purred some rum for himself. “what do you want? Rum, whiskey… vodka… I´m not even sure what this is.” He picked up a random bottle and twisted it around, searching for its birth significant. He shrugged and then purred whatever Spencer wanted. “Okay okay… I need to get some things noted.” He raised his glass and looked over at Spencer, almost pointing at him with the glass. “I´m paying you in drugs… I know that… but.. you´re not… getting an overdose… are you?”
it was a serious matter. Deep down he knew he shouldn’t be paying one of his members with drugs… but… it was what Spencer wanted and if he could control it… Tidus rolled his eyes over that selfish thought. No one had that kind of thing under control.
“Stupid question. But please answer it.” He asked him as a boss. He asked him as a friend.

//beklager ventetiden :3

Spencer joined in on the chuckle. He stood a little uneasy. He would usually disappear after a stunt like that. He didn't know how to be around Tidus now. But at least he was, so maybe that was a great start.
"Rum," he said and frowned at the bottle he started to swirl around. What the hell was that? He took the glass and took a sip and just nodded to his words. Overdose? It was a serious question, and he didn't say anything for a while. What was he supposed to say? His eyes darted away from him. He didn't like talking about it. He just remembered how it was the first, and so far only, time he had OD'ed.

He sat down and looked at into the glass. "Probably, at some point." He knew it was an instinct posibility. Especially if things went against him. They were right now, but he had managed to not let the drugs become an issue. But he also knew very well, that was just how it was right now. He was still an addict after all. Drugs was not an issue, but pain and sex was. He would always be addicted to something. "Everybody has to die from something, right?" He still didn't look at him and just downed the drink.

//Det er helt i orden <3

Now he was serious worried for the young banshees life. Especially with the sentence: ‘’Everbody has to die from something right?’’
Tidus sighed and looked down at his glass. He didn’t really know what to say or how to help. Drugs had never been an issue of his. Alcohol was and that was an issue on its own. He bit down on his lower lip thoughtfully. After some time, he looked up at Spencer and allowed himself to join the banshee, by standing next to him. With a little smile on his lips, he pushed their glass together in a little ‘’cheers’’. If Spencer looked at him, he would keep the weak smile on his lips. In a way of saying: I´m here.
“Yeah… we will all die eventually… but, it would be such a huge, huge shame if it was the drugs who took your life away,” he finally said. “You´re immortal after all… and don´t misunderstand me, it would be a shame no matter what… but drugs, winning? Naaah… That would be a big no no.”
He took a big sip of his rum. Emptied the glass to be clear.
“I´m sorry… I don´t know what to say… I wanna help you, but you probably heard it all before… the typical, ‘you need to stop’, ‘think about yourself’ and ‘I´m here for you’… all that.”
This time it was him avoiding eye contact, by starring into the darkness of the outside world.

Spencer was actually a very private person. He might seem outgoing and open, but he wasn't. There was a lot of things hidden underneath the surface he hadn't told many people about. He looked at Tidus when he came to his side. He smiled a little by the cheers before downing the drink.
He listened to his words, but didn't say anything. People didn't understand that he needed them to live. It wasn't like the typical addict who thought they couldn't live without them. He really couldn't. If he did, the ghosts would be everywhere. He couldn't deal with that. He frowned when he said he was immortal. "Wait... I'm immortal?" He didn't know that. He actually didn't know much about banshees, but he was beginning to learn more. "Fucking cool," he said with a grin.
He looked at him when he spoke again. "I haven't actually. Not from somebody who cares. Doctors and people like that has, but that's not the same." He did know that Kenna cared, but she didn't know how to deal with it. "But I can't ever stop." He sighed and walked around the room a bit. "But I try to only take the necessary. To just take enough to get me through the day, but not so much it will hurt me."

In some ways… Spencer reminded Tidus of himself. Back in the days when he didn’t know shit about what it meant to be a banshee. Or even how to belong in the fucking world. The whole scenario made him smile weakly. He knew Spencer needed help in some ways. But the blonde had no idea how to help him. Maybe he could start with just listen. Sometimes all you needed was someone to listen. Or maybe… just maybe… Tidus looked at Spencer with a thoughtful glim in his eyes. Back in the days, when Tidus had been close with Leviticus… a hug could cure everything. Something he first discovered when the hybrid hugged him.
He really missed him. So much his heart was aching…
But… time past and people moved on. And right now… it had nothing to do with Leviticus. It was about Spencer.
Before Tidus could control his movement, he placed down his glass of rum and went over to Spencer. He didn´t let the banshee say anything or stop him. The blonde pulled the broken banshee into a warm hug. Just staid there in the movement. Because… that was sometimes all you needed.
“I heard this is some sort of cure,” he mumbled down into the shoulders of the young man. “so I thought I would try it out.”

Spencer was actually not that bad as expressing himself as one might think, he usually just made it sound like a joke so if people didn't respond to it in a great way, he could always brush it off as being his weird sense of humor. It worked out pretty well for him so far. But once in a while, he would open up, really open up and tell everything. Or he had done it once, and now he didn't how to be around James, especially not after what happened with his brother and Kenna, not to mention Nathaniel. For the first time, he actually felt guilty about being with someone, he felt like he had wronged James, even if they weren't really together.
He just stood a moment when he was pulled into a hug. He hadn't expected, so it took him a moment before he returned it. He burried his face in Tidus' shoulder and just stood with him a moment, hearing his words. It actually did work wonders. He let out a deep breath against him, pulling him a little closer than he should. He just really needed this kind of care. Eventually he pulled away and looked at him with a slight smirk. "Be careful, or I might get all kinds of ideas," he said with a weak chuckle reffering to the kiss from before. He was almost certain he would never try that again, but it was hard to know for sure. When he was down, he just needed a closeness that made him throw caution to the wind. He wouldn't worry about the consequences.

It warmed Tidus heart that Spencer accepted the hug. He even hugged Tidus even tighter. It was now clear to Tidus, that this was what the banshee had needed. A hug. Someone who showed love. Someone who cared. Tidus smiled a loving smile and as Spencer pulled away, he kept the smile on the lips and looked into the dark eyes of his. What the banshee said was a little tension reliever. A little funny and teasing comment. Tidus could not just leave that hanging.
The demon smirked and lifted both his eyebrows in that teasing manner. “If you do, please share those ideas with me.” He then removed the smirk and once again smiled a smile so warm. “But… seriously… if you are ever in need of something… don´t be afraid to come to me. We might not have known each other for long. But… I really wanna be a leader… or sorry a Don, that my members feel like they can come to.”
He stepped a step back, only to pure himself some more alcohol. “It is a bit hard to have respect and trust at the same time.” This was mostly a mumble to himself.

Spencer was a great pretender, or at least he thought so. He always pretended like he was fine, just joking and making everything funny. But really, he was just constantly on the verge of breaking. One unbalance and he would go crashing down. He was very much unstable. Of course, he was not seeing it like that.
"Not sure you can handle it," he said with a slight challenging look in his eyes. When his smile grew warm, his own became more neutral as well. "I appreciate it," he said with a nod. He was surprised he had already created so many positive relationships in this town. "I think you are. I mean, not me. Because I don't have any problems," he said with a short laugh as it was far from true. "But I would think about you if something happened and I needed help."
He heard his mumble, but it took a while for him to make out the words. "Is it? I don't know. I have respected you since we first met. And now I trust you too." He scratched his neck. "I'm used to people leading with fear. It doesn't work. You're doing great dude."

The little challenging words of the banshee made Tidus raise an eyebrow and click teasingly with his tongue. “Oh, I´m pretty sure I could handle anything you throw at me dear Spenc.” Maybe he should let the teasing tone ease a little. It was a part of his personality, but… he should learn to control it.
It was clear to him, that Spencer did appreciate Tidus words, not just something he said to let the awkwardness take over them. The blonde smiled at him and nodded, as a way of saying; you welcome.
To the next subject, it was now Spencer´s turn to comfort Tidus with some sweet words. Words that surprised Tidus. Even enough to he placed his glass back down without taking a sip of it. He smiled generally and wide at the banshee. “Thanks… dude.” He chuckled the word dude.
He then looked down at the drink and stepped away from it. “wanna go do something crazy?” the blue eyes lid up of wonder as he looked over at Spencer. “Something to get this depression talk out of the system.”

Spencer looked at him, almost as if he was checking him out or in this case, seeing if he actually could handle it. "You might be right about that actually," he said with a smile. He absolutely didn't mind Tidus' teasing. He prefered it like this. It was easier for him to deal with. He didn't mind emotional stuff once in a while, but for the most part, he just wanted everything to be easy and fun. Tidus was great at creating the perfect balance by the two. He gave a nod back.
Spencer enjoyed that wide smile. It just made him know he had said something that made him happy. He rolled his eyes when he chuckled the word dude. "Sorry. Mate," he corrected himself. He still spoke like an American. He would probably never stop that. He looked at him with one eyebrow raised just a bit. "What do you want to do?" He was curious to see if Tidus really had something crazy in mind. Spencer's crazy scale might be a little high.

Mate. That sounded Australian. He just chuckled this time though. Spenc could call him whatever he wanted. He trusted the banshee.
And now when they were talking about trust. He knew that the banshee also trusted him. So Tidus knew, that he shouldn’t bring the guy in danger. But… there was nothing dangerous in jumping from a plane with a parachute.
Yeah yeah. He knew. But they were wearing parachute!
“Have you ever jumped out of a plain with a parachute?” he asked. The eyes still had the same glim in the. “I always wanted to try it… but for some reason, never done it… so… is that something you could be up for?” His voice was just as excited as the glim in his eyes.
ever since Tidus was close to dying, he had been wanting to try everything. Including adrenalin junkie hobbies.

Spencer was curious about what he had planned, but he also knew he would probably go along with everything, no matter how dangerous or wild or crazy. It was just how he was. Act first and think never. "Nope. Only ever been on a plane once," he said. He saw that glimpse of something in his eyes, like he was daring him - at least that was how Spencer interperted the look. "Hell yeah! But is there even a place open now? It's pretty late," he thought out loud. He would be so down for it, but he wasn't sure it was even possible this late. He was like Tidus in this way. He was addicted to many things, including adrenalin. He just couldn't see himself not being addicted to something from the rest of his life. He could barely remember his life from before he began his abuse.

Spencer was more than ready to go seek that adrenalin boost. And luckily for Tidus ability, they could travel some place, were they had open. This made him jump over to Spencer and put an arm around his neck.
“Do not worry my friend!” he said with a light-hearted smile. “I could make us travel anywhere you wanna go! USA is five hours behind, so what do you say, that we find a place to parachute there? How about Hawaii? It´s a beautiful place and I know they have the parachute thingey!”
He removed his arm from Spencer and placed himself in front of him with a smile. “That or we could wait until tomorrow and stay here in boooooring England.” He winked at him and swung a bit around with his glass.

Spencer laughed when Tidus wrapped his arm around his neck. He liked the thought of having a friend. He hadn’t made many of those since he got here. Or maybe he had without even realizing. ”Are you fucking kidding me? I am not going back to the states when Hawaii is an option,” he said chuckling. He liked Tidus’ energy. He looked at him when he suggested they could stay in England, all though he didn’t seem very keen on that idea. ”Fuck that! I want to see Hawaii! Come on, do that thing you do.” He moved his hand around in a circle to show that he was referring to the portal. He couldn’t wait to try this. He wanted so badly to not only see Hawaii, but jump out a plane and see it from above.

The young banshee was more than ready to just get the hell out of there. His eyes even lid up the moment Tidus mentioned Hawaii. It only just made Tidus more excited.
“Alright! That´s the spirit!” Tidus said filled with joy.
Here he took a step back and swung his arm, in that familiar circle, so the portal once again stood in front of them. It´s light shinning up in the dim light.
On the other side of the portal was the blue skies of Hawaii. Here Tidus jumped through and looked back at Spencer. “Come on!”
as soon Spencer was through, he closed the portal and looked around. It felt like ages since he was here. The sun shinning and burning your skin so lovely. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of salt water.
“Ahhh, see… this is it…” he mumbled and closed his eyes. “This Is paradise.”
No memory of his should kill Hawaii for him. He would always love that luxury island. No matter what have happened or who he had met on it.