Despite his protests, Tatara drags Cid out of the kitchen, through the halls, up the stairs to the second floor, where his bedroom is. He kicks open the door and doesn't even bother with any lights or candles—from the dim, Cid can see his room is a little on the messy side, with odd trinkets decorating every open surface, and blanket crumpled up on the couch at the foot of his bed. His bed, however is neatly made.
Tatara lets go to dig in his closet, and then soon emerges with a handheld camcorder, something straight out of the 80s. ]
Here it is! Vintage! [ He holds it out for Cid to take. ] Could you do something with this?
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Despite his protests, Tatara drags Cid out of the kitchen, through the halls, up the stairs to the second floor, where his bedroom is. He kicks open the door and doesn't even bother with any lights or candles—from the dim, Cid can see his room is a little on the messy side, with odd trinkets decorating every open surface, and blanket crumpled up on the couch at the foot of his bed. His bed, however is neatly made.
Tatara lets go to dig in his closet, and then soon emerges with a handheld camcorder, something straight out of the 80s. ]
Here it is! Vintage! [ He holds it out for Cid to take. ] Could you do something with this?