"They and the Ronso Fangs are often evenly matched, and they have historically won games versus the Kilika Beasts."

"Didn't know you kept up," he comments, amused. "We should go to the locker rooms see how they're doing."

Theo will follow.

They'll arrive at the locker room, where Wakka is lying on a bench and moaning.

"What happened?"

"These Al Bhed are... tough players."

Theo raises an eyebrow.

"Tackles and certain types of offensive magic are allowed by the rules, and I expect though do not have enough information to confirm that his worry over my safety made him a bit too distracted."

He grunts.

"Ah."

"I should find this offensive, I could totally have gotten myself out eventually."

"Just don't go near the Al Bhed anymore, alright? They're trouble."

"While I want to say that racism is bad and of course you shouldn't generalize a whole group – that subsection of that group at least seems pretty bad and you should probably avoid the Blitzball team and their associates."

Wakka grumbles again.

"Let's leave the team to their team-y things, shall we?" he asks, and makes his way out, followed by Kimahri.

Theo, again, follows.

Once outside: "So, that was pretty cool, what you did there on the boat."

"Thanks," he says. "Sorry I didn't get there sooner."

"It's alright. I would've eventually gotten out, and a flying aeon sure is a pretty great asset."

Smile.

"But, you know, thanks," he says, and that look is back on his face.

And Kimahri finds somewhere else to be.

"No problem," says Theo, keeping his face mmmostly impassive.

"We have about an hour and a half to kill before the next game starts," he remarks.

"Do we." He raises an eyebrow.