"Kimahri come with Tidus." A faint glint from those tiny yellow eyes and two massive blue arms folding over an equally massive chest dried up the last of Tidus' protests.

"Fine! Fine, just... don't blame me if it's boring."

"I'll come too," Auron announced, swinging his sword up onto his shoulder.

"Nooo! I mean... really, it's not necessary..." From somewhere behind him Rikku squealed in delight. Tidus slumped.

And ever since then it had been "Why can't you carry that one in your other hand?" and "Why can't I carry this one for you?" and "Kimahri could break that door." and "Why does it need to slide, Tidus?! I don't understaaaand...". And when it wasn't that, it was Tidus rounding an icy corner and skidding face-first into Lulu's cleavage and having to restrain the crazy urge to see if the Destruction Sphere could fit in there and what it would do to her corset...

With an outraged yell Wakka slipped on the ice and sent a pillar flying down the ramp, sphere or no sphere. Tidus punched the wall in frustration, a glimmer of purple in his hand catching his eye just a fraction of a second too late.

Later, after the echoes of the explosion had faded and they'd dug everyone out of the debris, they agreed that Tidus could go in alone next time.