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voidtreckerexpress in-game shenanigans but anything else will be appropriately labeled.[ After the way Inigo left the exchange, Tidus knows everything wasn't alright.
Which left him with a choice: either he could leave Inigo to sit with his own thoughts being miserable, or he could go find him, and help him out--and why would he do anything but the latter? So Tidus takes the clues from the video feed to figure out where he went, ends up in the kitchen cars to finish out his search on that side of the train. And fortunately, he finds him.
He'll sneak up on him if he can...! Or he'll go over to him normally, plant a pair of hands regardless on Inigo's shoulders.
Bro. ]
Which left him with a choice: either he could leave Inigo to sit with his own thoughts being miserable, or he could go find him, and help him out--and why would he do anything but the latter? So Tidus takes the clues from the video feed to figure out where he went, ends up in the kitchen cars to finish out his search on that side of the train. And fortunately, he finds him.
He'll sneak up on him if he can...! Or he'll go over to him normally, plant a pair of hands regardless on Inigo's shoulders.
Bro. ]
that's just going to be the header for every thread here lbr
flatteries
2020-08-30 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Don't mind Inigo over here. He's just.. very, very intensely scrubbing this sink! Nothing weird about that. Nothing suspicious after what happened only a few moments ago. Totally not aggressively trying to distract himself and failing.
But the fact he's so focused on said sink - and his own dumb, dumb thoughts - makes it so easy to sneak up on Inigo. Even if Tidus is making zero effort to do so. The moment those hands land on his shoulders, Inigo jumps, the clear sign of a guilty conscience.
He spins around, face pale, and it's hard to say if he looks more or less surprised when he realises who this is. ]
T-Tidus! W.. What is it?!
But the fact he's so focused on said sink - and his own dumb, dumb thoughts - makes it so easy to sneak up on Inigo. Even if Tidus is making zero effort to do so. The moment those hands land on his shoulders, Inigo jumps, the clear sign of a guilty conscience.
He spins around, face pale, and it's hard to say if he looks more or less surprised when he realises who this is. ]
T-Tidus! W.. What is it?!
[ Wow, didn't yesterday suck!! Know what'll make it better? A small blue higgledy of Gibbs's finding Inigo wherever he happens to be, and without Tidus. Sounds fake, but it's true. It's probably just before bed.
It squeaks, Here, young traveller! A treat for you!, holding a piece of folded lined paper balanced carefully in its tiny wet hands. Residue that will be left behind, but only as two wet dots once Inigo takes it. There's a message written on the front:Some jokes for a day
to keep the sads away
(keep for emergencies)
The quality only gets better inside. ]
- what do people say when a Inigo arrives?
- jumbly may sound mumbly
and sometimes be bumbly
but that's okay
because she loves you very muchly
* i know this joke wouldnt make sense to you but i kept it anyway
[ That's it, that's the whole letter. ]
It squeaks, Here, young traveller! A treat for you!, holding a piece of folded lined paper balanced carefully in its tiny wet hands. Residue that will be left behind, but only as two wet dots once Inigo takes it. There's a message written on the front:
to keep the sads away
(keep for emergencies)
The quality only gets better inside. ]
- what do people say when a Inigo arrives?
- 'Look! he Ini-came!
- ˙ɥnp 'ǝldɹnԀ
- he rols with it
- bambosh: 1 or 7 depending on if he wants the company
jumbly: none she is the lightbulb
gibbs: dont get water near lightbulbs*
- jumbly may sound mumbly
and sometimes be bumbly
but that's okay
because she loves you very muchly
* i know this joke wouldnt make sense to you but i kept it anyway
[ That's it, that's the whole letter. ]
[ Still not quite entirely used to having a small higgledy stalking him that isn't a part of Jumblie, Inigo can't help but give it a slightly curious and surprised look the moment he notices it - even though he quickly recognizes it as having to be part of Tidus's little friend.
He obediently takes the paper all the same. First reading the message on the front, and then not quite being able to resist opening it just to look at the top joke-- just to make sure! He will save the rest for emergencies, okay!
.. he's not quite sure what he expected though. That top joke is.. it's just so lame.
But it's just so Tidus at the same time, and that makes him smile involuntarily all the same as he folds the paper again, turning back to the tiny higgledy. ]
Hey, you can do me a favour, right?
[ He gently picks up the water creature, pressing it to his chest in the best hug he can manage with such a tiny thing. It's brief, but very genuine before he puts it back on the ground. ]
Pass that on to Tidus, alright? [ Look, it'll probably seem more sweet and less embarrassing when it's indirect like this! Tidus should be able to deal with that, right? And it's not like Inigo doesn't need to express his appreciation in at least some way when the other thought of him like this. ]
He obediently takes the paper all the same. First reading the message on the front, and then not quite being able to resist opening it just to look at the top joke-- just to make sure! He will save the rest for emergencies, okay!
.. he's not quite sure what he expected though. That top joke is.. it's just so lame.
But it's just so Tidus at the same time, and that makes him smile involuntarily all the same as he folds the paper again, turning back to the tiny higgledy. ]
Hey, you can do me a favour, right?
[ He gently picks up the water creature, pressing it to his chest in the best hug he can manage with such a tiny thing. It's brief, but very genuine before he puts it back on the ground. ]
Pass that on to Tidus, alright? [ Look, it'll probably seem more sweet and less embarrassing when it's indirect like this! Tidus should be able to deal with that, right? And it's not like Inigo doesn't need to express his appreciation in at least some way when the other thought of him like this. ]
After the successful signing of the Union Declaration, the work hasn't at all stopped or slow down for a certain Mister President. In fact, it's only gotten ten times busier, given the amount of paperwork, public appearances, and state visits required of the momentous task ahead of his government.
Though he's not as invincible as the public assumes. He feels the exhaustion seep in his bones, to the point where his usual work ethic gives up on him entirely. Finally, he makes the decision to ask for three days off before a long diplomacy tour up ahead. And it's a decisive call from Inigo, really, that gets him to come home early that Friday afternoon, though he arrives to an empty house with a dinner table full of covered food and a bunch of envelopes in a stack. Bills, he assumes. A note folded by the middle crease sits nicely by his usual seat: 'Please eat! Just went to see Will, be back in a bit!'
Though 'a bit' turned out to be a couple of hours later. Inigo will enter the house with Roland still seated on the table, relaxed by all means, but with furrowed brows reading a long piece of paper...He turns his head if Inigo calls, raising a hand in greeting though half of his attention remains on the open letter. What was it?
"Hey, pup. I'm home. Guess who got the weekend off?" He says, pleasantly. An open invitation to sit with him for a minute. "Is Will doing well at summer camp?"
Though he's not as invincible as the public assumes. He feels the exhaustion seep in his bones, to the point where his usual work ethic gives up on him entirely. Finally, he makes the decision to ask for three days off before a long diplomacy tour up ahead. And it's a decisive call from Inigo, really, that gets him to come home early that Friday afternoon, though he arrives to an empty house with a dinner table full of covered food and a bunch of envelopes in a stack. Bills, he assumes. A note folded by the middle crease sits nicely by his usual seat: 'Please eat! Just went to see Will, be back in a bit!'
Though 'a bit' turned out to be a couple of hours later. Inigo will enter the house with Roland still seated on the table, relaxed by all means, but with furrowed brows reading a long piece of paper...He turns his head if Inigo calls, raising a hand in greeting though half of his attention remains on the open letter. What was it?
"Hey, pup. I'm home. Guess who got the weekend off?" He says, pleasantly. An open invitation to sit with him for a minute. "Is Will doing well at summer camp?"
Edited 2020-10-13 14:21 (UTC)
"Father!"
Roland may hear the sound of a bag being unceremoniously dropped onto the floor with little care before he even fully turns his head. And once his head is turned, he'll just see Inigo running right at him, wrapping his arms around the seated man's shoulders in a tight hug. A moment later Inigo presses his lips to Roland's cheek for a quick affectionate kiss. It's maybe a bit too enthusiastic of a greeting for a teenager Inigo's age, especially when greeting a parent. Maybe it would be more suited for a kid Will's age, but Inigo doesn't care. He is much too happy to see the man to care.
Inigo laughs happily. "Really? The whole weekend?" He finally lets go after a moment to let himself drop down on the most nearby chair, his full attention aimed at Roland as he asks the question. It's a bit of a surprise - Inigo is well aware just how busy Roland seems to be right now in particular - but a nice one.
Nice enough that so far it completely manages to distract him from the paper Roland is holding in his hands.
"He's doing great, of course! The other kids love him, but that's to be expected. You should've told me though that you had the whole weekend off, we could've gone seen him together!"
Roland may hear the sound of a bag being unceremoniously dropped onto the floor with little care before he even fully turns his head. And once his head is turned, he'll just see Inigo running right at him, wrapping his arms around the seated man's shoulders in a tight hug. A moment later Inigo presses his lips to Roland's cheek for a quick affectionate kiss. It's maybe a bit too enthusiastic of a greeting for a teenager Inigo's age, especially when greeting a parent. Maybe it would be more suited for a kid Will's age, but Inigo doesn't care. He is much too happy to see the man to care.
Inigo laughs happily. "Really? The whole weekend?" He finally lets go after a moment to let himself drop down on the most nearby chair, his full attention aimed at Roland as he asks the question. It's a bit of a surprise - Inigo is well aware just how busy Roland seems to be right now in particular - but a nice one.
Nice enough that so far it completely manages to distract him from the paper Roland is holding in his hands.
"He's doing great, of course! The other kids love him, but that's to be expected. You should've told me though that you had the whole weekend off, we could've gone seen him together!"
[ bonk-bonk-bonk-bonk
wow there's some kind of tiny tapping at your cabin door, Inigo. What could it be?? at this late hour?? will you answer it? if you don't it'll keep on going- and so will the squeaking that follows. Hiig!! Hiiiig! Young traveller! hiigg!!
Because spoilers, it's Hibber-Gibbers on the other side. Very hard to miss- and he's got another letter to hold up and jump around with for you once you appear. Do mind though, so his success in getting the door to open has got him doing an animated dance on the spot. ]
wow there's some kind of tiny tapping at your cabin door, Inigo. What could it be?? at this late hour?? will you answer it? if you don't it'll keep on going- and so will the squeaking that follows. Hiig!! Hiiiig! Young traveller! hiigg!!
Because spoilers, it's Hibber-Gibbers on the other side. Very hard to miss- and he's got another letter to hold up and jump around with for you once you appear. Do mind though, so his success in getting the door to open has got him doing an animated dance on the spot. ]
[ Don't worry, don't worry, he's going to answer it.
Or, well, he'd have very little choice in the matter anyway. With it getting late, he was just about getting ready to settle in for a cuddle session ahead of sleep with Jumblie, but the sunny higgledy has cruelly abandoned him the moment she hears that bonking on the door. She hops right off Inigo's bunk and over to the door, like she can sense her higglebuddy straight through it.
Not to mention she joins right in on the squeaking fuss.
So Inigo is quick to move over and open the door, glancing down at the higgledy on the other side. ]
Oh, Gibbs.
[ It's like Inigo is completely ignoring the dance while he talks - a dance that Jumblie is starting to join right in on, happy to play with her pal. ]
Is that for me? [ If so, he'll take the letter! Feel free to continue dancing around while he looks at it. ]
Or, well, he'd have very little choice in the matter anyway. With it getting late, he was just about getting ready to settle in for a cuddle session ahead of sleep with Jumblie, but the sunny higgledy has cruelly abandoned him the moment she hears that bonking on the door. She hops right off Inigo's bunk and over to the door, like she can sense her higglebuddy straight through it.
Not to mention she joins right in on the squeaking fuss.
So Inigo is quick to move over and open the door, glancing down at the higgledy on the other side. ]
Oh, Gibbs.
[ It's like Inigo is completely ignoring the dance while he talks - a dance that Jumblie is starting to join right in on, happy to play with her pal. ]
Is that for me? [ If so, he'll take the letter! Feel free to continue dancing around while he looks at it. ]
So, bets on next mission! I'm going for-- high in the sky!
[ This is the conversation to have in the middle of training, right? Of exchanging blows and not losing one's blade, but they are doing baby mode: where there's a pause between each exchange, because baby mode is for a baby guy.
But Tidus is still in a good mood in this training session, telling by the fact he isn't whining yet! It's probably because they haven't been long at it. And when does Tidus's mouth ever want to take a break from chatting if he thinks he can do it? ]
[ This is the conversation to have in the middle of training, right? Of exchanging blows and not losing one's blade, but they are doing baby mode: where there's a pause between each exchange, because baby mode is for a baby guy.
But Tidus is still in a good mood in this training session, telling by the fact he isn't whining yet! It's probably because they haven't been long at it. And when does Tidus's mouth ever want to take a break from chatting if he thinks he can do it? ]
What?!
[ It's a good thing that they're doing the kind of training that leans more on Inigo's abilities, since it makes it a lot easier to pull off some dramatic reactions without falling flat on his face three seconds later.
Especially since this pace is way too easy for Inigo to keep up with. But he doesn't mind it - slowing down for Tidus's sake. The other has been trying so hard to help Inigo in turn with everything he sucks at, after all. ]
You can't be serious. Take that back before you jinx it.
[ He swings his sword, even as he's talking. ]
I told you I'm no good with air stuff! Would we at least have something to stand on? For example.. I don't know, clouds?
[ It's a good thing that they're doing the kind of training that leans more on Inigo's abilities, since it makes it a lot easier to pull off some dramatic reactions without falling flat on his face three seconds later.
Especially since this pace is way too easy for Inigo to keep up with. But he doesn't mind it - slowing down for Tidus's sake. The other has been trying so hard to help Inigo in turn with everything he sucks at, after all. ]
You can't be serious. Take that back before you jinx it.
[ He swings his sword, even as he's talking. ]
I told you I'm no good with air stuff! Would we at least have something to stand on? For example.. I don't know, clouds?
[ He can't sleep.
This is a common thing, really. Usually it wouldn't be very surprising that he can't sleep. Inigo is very much used to this. Just lying on his back, staring up, feeling thoughts turn over and over in his mind. Things often are way too loud up there to be able to sleep. Maybe if he's lucky, he'll be able to catch a few hours of sleep at the end of the night - but that's it.
But what is surprising about him being up is what's keeping him up. Something new, different from the usual congaline of anxiety and worries.
He's thinking about that conversation he had with Tidus today. That weird, weird, super wild misunderstanding. It's been buzzing away in his head ever since, and considering he's finally alone now he's in his tent, he finally has time to actually think about it.
And consider a few things. Important things. Things that completely went over his head back during those moments of panic - like Tidus's answer, for one. He must have been so conflicted to have thought about it for literal hours before returning to Inigo with an answer. He must seriously have thought about whether or not he wanted to sleep with Inigo.
And then he came back. And when Inigo really digs into his memories, he remembers what Tidus said. I'm not really ready for that. It's too soon.
That wasn't a no. Even though Tidus likes girls, and Inigo is - very decidedly - not a girl. Which means that if the circumstances had been different, if this misunderstanding had happened at some later point, months into the future.. Tidus might really have been okay with sleeping with him. It was not a no. It was a not yet.
That realisation in particular keeps Inigo up. Because it's unexpected, because he doesn't know what to do with it. In theory Tidus may have been faintly okay with it. With sleeping with him. Tidus. And perhaps the weirdest part is that Inigo doesn't find himself minding that thought.
Maybe it's since he likes guys, he tells himself. And Tidus is a particularly handsome guy. Who wouldn't be flattered by a handsome guy being okay with the thought of sleeping with them? But somehow this feels like it goes beyond that. If not just since Inigo can think of more reasons why he feels okay with it - why the idea even seems kind of appealing. Mostly since.. well, wouldn't it be nice to be that close with Tidus? That intimate? His hands roaming across Tidus's abs, Tidus above him, the two completely connected--
Ah. Wait.
If I'm alright, then you are.
No.
A few stupid moments for all the rest? Sounds like a good trade to me.
Oh no.
Even when it gets hard, I'll keep going! I'll get up, over and over! I'm not going to be stopped here! I won't give up!
No, no.
The most intense memory of all - the market under the sun in Irivar, lips pressed against his own right at the moment when it felt like his heart was about to sink to the lowest low.
Inigo knows what it is. The warmth that fills up his chest, so familiar. He knows what he feels, but-- no. It can't be that. It's not supposed to be that. Because even if Tidus is somehow okay with sleeping with a guy, he likes girls. Because Tidus's heart is already taken up by someone he's separated from forever.
Inigo absolutely can't have a crush on him of all people.
And yet. And yet.
Inigo lies awake, staring at the canvas of the tent above him. ]
This is a common thing, really. Usually it wouldn't be very surprising that he can't sleep. Inigo is very much used to this. Just lying on his back, staring up, feeling thoughts turn over and over in his mind. Things often are way too loud up there to be able to sleep. Maybe if he's lucky, he'll be able to catch a few hours of sleep at the end of the night - but that's it.
But what is surprising about him being up is what's keeping him up. Something new, different from the usual congaline of anxiety and worries.
He's thinking about that conversation he had with Tidus today. That weird, weird, super wild misunderstanding. It's been buzzing away in his head ever since, and considering he's finally alone now he's in his tent, he finally has time to actually think about it.
And consider a few things. Important things. Things that completely went over his head back during those moments of panic - like Tidus's answer, for one. He must have been so conflicted to have thought about it for literal hours before returning to Inigo with an answer. He must seriously have thought about whether or not he wanted to sleep with Inigo.
And then he came back. And when Inigo really digs into his memories, he remembers what Tidus said. I'm not really ready for that. It's too soon.
That wasn't a no. Even though Tidus likes girls, and Inigo is - very decidedly - not a girl. Which means that if the circumstances had been different, if this misunderstanding had happened at some later point, months into the future.. Tidus might really have been okay with sleeping with him. It was not a no. It was a not yet.
That realisation in particular keeps Inigo up. Because it's unexpected, because he doesn't know what to do with it. In theory Tidus may have been faintly okay with it. With sleeping with him. Tidus. And perhaps the weirdest part is that Inigo doesn't find himself minding that thought.
Maybe it's since he likes guys, he tells himself. And Tidus is a particularly handsome guy. Who wouldn't be flattered by a handsome guy being okay with the thought of sleeping with them? But somehow this feels like it goes beyond that. If not just since Inigo can think of more reasons why he feels okay with it - why the idea even seems kind of appealing. Mostly since.. well, wouldn't it be nice to be that close with Tidus? That intimate? His hands roaming across Tidus's abs, Tidus above him, the two completely connected--
Ah. Wait.
If I'm alright, then you are.
No.
A few stupid moments for all the rest? Sounds like a good trade to me.
Oh no.
Even when it gets hard, I'll keep going! I'll get up, over and over! I'm not going to be stopped here! I won't give up!
No, no.
The most intense memory of all - the market under the sun in Irivar, lips pressed against his own right at the moment when it felt like his heart was about to sink to the lowest low.
Inigo knows what it is. The warmth that fills up his chest, so familiar. He knows what he feels, but-- no. It can't be that. It's not supposed to be that. Because even if Tidus is somehow okay with sleeping with a guy, he likes girls. Because Tidus's heart is already taken up by someone he's separated from forever.
Inigo absolutely can't have a crush on him of all people.
And yet. And yet.
Inigo lies awake, staring at the canvas of the tent above him. ]
[ It's been a long day.
A day made long by an event that was no more than an hour at most, but the effects of which have stayed. What happened in that hour, who it happened to. Their fears didn't turn out to be so exaggerated, Inigo and Tidus's, that worry of death -- even if it wasn't Roland's own.
But -- it's always real. That someone could suddenly lose their life, and they wouldn't know. It's not really exaggerated, when there's danger around. It could happen still to any of them.
It's a morbid road not worth going down. But the weight of 'what if' clings on uncomfortably, not easy to shed. And if Tidus is still a little tense after the fact, he knows Inigo must be worse. Knows for sure, since now, the other isn't making the same mistake of letting the once-President out of his sight. Tidus sees them both back at camp, eating together (at least doing that), the way before that he refused to leave his side.
Despite Tidus's earlier concerns, he wasn't as adamant about being in Roland's presence. As long as he was fine, as long as he stuck with someone, that's all that mattered to him.
It's not for Roland either that Tidus decides to approach Inigo. Catching him where he's set his tent up, and following after. That one spare moment he's given Roland peace, and Tidus will swipe it, soft-spoken when he speaks up. ]
Hey.
A day made long by an event that was no more than an hour at most, but the effects of which have stayed. What happened in that hour, who it happened to. Their fears didn't turn out to be so exaggerated, Inigo and Tidus's, that worry of death -- even if it wasn't Roland's own.
But -- it's always real. That someone could suddenly lose their life, and they wouldn't know. It's not really exaggerated, when there's danger around. It could happen still to any of them.
It's a morbid road not worth going down. But the weight of 'what if' clings on uncomfortably, not easy to shed. And if Tidus is still a little tense after the fact, he knows Inigo must be worse. Knows for sure, since now, the other isn't making the same mistake of letting the once-President out of his sight. Tidus sees them both back at camp, eating together (at least doing that), the way before that he refused to leave his side.
Despite Tidus's earlier concerns, he wasn't as adamant about being in Roland's presence. As long as he was fine, as long as he stuck with someone, that's all that mattered to him.
It's not for Roland either that Tidus decides to approach Inigo. Catching him where he's set his tent up, and following after. That one spare moment he's given Roland peace, and Tidus will swipe it, soft-spoken when he speaks up. ]
Hey.
.. hi.
[ Inigo's reply is equally as soft. He knows this isn't just a normal 'hey', after all. It's just not possible after everything that happened today, after the sheer panic they experienced together during that time Roland just seemed gone.
And he's still tense over it, even now. It truly did feel like his fault back then that he had no idea where Roland was, no matter how much logical reasoning says it wasn't. It's half of the reason he's been constantly hovering near the man ever since his return, with the other half being concern over Roland's emotional wellbeing.
But this is Tidus he's talking to. Worry or no worry, Inigo isn't just going to ditch him right after saying hi. Especially when Tidus probably wants to discuss something, to be asking for his attention like this in the first place.
Should he ask what it is? Should he wait?
Inigo's gaze darts around before landing on Tidus's face.
No, first he should ask-- ]
Are you okay? [ He didn't get to ask that ever since Roland returned, after all, too fixated on the other to think much of anything else. ]
[ Inigo's reply is equally as soft. He knows this isn't just a normal 'hey', after all. It's just not possible after everything that happened today, after the sheer panic they experienced together during that time Roland just seemed gone.
And he's still tense over it, even now. It truly did feel like his fault back then that he had no idea where Roland was, no matter how much logical reasoning says it wasn't. It's half of the reason he's been constantly hovering near the man ever since his return, with the other half being concern over Roland's emotional wellbeing.
But this is Tidus he's talking to. Worry or no worry, Inigo isn't just going to ditch him right after saying hi. Especially when Tidus probably wants to discuss something, to be asking for his attention like this in the first place.
Should he ask what it is? Should he wait?
Inigo's gaze darts around before landing on Tidus's face.
No, first he should ask-- ]
Are you okay? [ He didn't get to ask that ever since Roland returned, after all, too fixated on the other to think much of anything else. ]
He packs his bag with odd silence.
There's not much work to be had or done, now. Things began winding down as soon as the last of the world miners was apprehended, and efforts to either finish up loose ends or fix up camp for an extra stay quickly became the main focus. Pandas petted one last time, scavenging for goods as needed. Roland can't see past the static in his vision, or the perpetual ringing in his ears.
He hasn't slept since. The sustenance of forced food and drink is all that keeps him going. This, and avoiding anyone else. But it's strange. What would usually get him to return to his levelheadedness no longer works. Not the height of the jungle's tallest tree that could overlook the canopies, nor the sensory deprivation he chases with the loudest music in his earbuds, or the darkest covers of night. Nothing works. He is awake, he is dreaming with eyes wide open. Or having nightmares, seeing them in his periphery, tendrils of memories mixed with his fear that have now caught up to him.
Roland realizes what he has to do. For a semblance of closure, and to do one last favor for the planet of Nion. The final resting place of a brave soul, with one request. Just one. And none of the other four seemed inclined to do it, even Curufin who is busy now with rallying Orange together.
Roland will do it. He feels that he must.
But he'll do it alone. So he sets off, a heavy pack against one shoulder, his sword in one hand, and quietly makes his way out of camp, hoping no one notices, his eyes watching the SCA. The solar station where Halo lay is still on his radar. He knows where to go.
There's not much work to be had or done, now. Things began winding down as soon as the last of the world miners was apprehended, and efforts to either finish up loose ends or fix up camp for an extra stay quickly became the main focus. Pandas petted one last time, scavenging for goods as needed. Roland can't see past the static in his vision, or the perpetual ringing in his ears.
He hasn't slept since. The sustenance of forced food and drink is all that keeps him going. This, and avoiding anyone else. But it's strange. What would usually get him to return to his levelheadedness no longer works. Not the height of the jungle's tallest tree that could overlook the canopies, nor the sensory deprivation he chases with the loudest music in his earbuds, or the darkest covers of night. Nothing works. He is awake, he is dreaming with eyes wide open. Or having nightmares, seeing them in his periphery, tendrils of memories mixed with his fear that have now caught up to him.
Roland realizes what he has to do. For a semblance of closure, and to do one last favor for the planet of Nion. The final resting place of a brave soul, with one request. Just one. And none of the other four seemed inclined to do it, even Curufin who is busy now with rallying Orange together.
Roland will do it. He feels that he must.
But he'll do it alone. So he sets off, a heavy pack against one shoulder, his sword in one hand, and quietly makes his way out of camp, hoping no one notices, his eyes watching the SCA. The solar station where Halo lay is still on his radar. He knows where to go.
Edited 2020-11-30 18:28 (UTC)
Inigo knows that getting a good full night's worth of sleep is pretty out of the question before they're back on the train. He's tired, exhaustion having seeped into his body and bones after everything that's happened, and yet he can't sleep.
Typical.
He'd rather do anything else to keep him occupied. Anything that feels remotely productive after that battle, trying to help people finish up things left and right the best he can, trying to minimize the time he spends thinking.
But maybe his restlessness is a good thing in this case. Because staying up means that he catches a glimpse of something familiar from a corner of his eye, leaving the camp. Seeming all alone. And there's no way Inigo is going to let that happen.
He slips out of camp as well under the veil of night. For a moment he thinks about following Roland quietly just to see where he's going. Despite Inigo's usual.. Inigo-ness, he does have the stealth to pull it off if he'd really try, especially with that tired aura hanging all over Roland.
It doesn't feel right though. He doesn't want to let Roland think he's alone out here, even if that's what Roland wishes to be.
So Inigo jogs up to him, making sure his footsteps are audible enough for Roland to notice, yet not too quick to be threatening. He just jogs the small distance until he naturally ends up at the man's side.
"I'm coming with you." Inigo doesn't ask where he's going, or why. He just keeps walking - whether Roland does so too or pauses. Like it's just natural, a given. Why would Inigo let him go anywhere by himself like this, so quietly, after that intense battle? After the crisis of Roland's sudden yet quick disappearance from a few days ago?
There's no way in hell.
Typical.
He'd rather do anything else to keep him occupied. Anything that feels remotely productive after that battle, trying to help people finish up things left and right the best he can, trying to minimize the time he spends thinking.
But maybe his restlessness is a good thing in this case. Because staying up means that he catches a glimpse of something familiar from a corner of his eye, leaving the camp. Seeming all alone. And there's no way Inigo is going to let that happen.
He slips out of camp as well under the veil of night. For a moment he thinks about following Roland quietly just to see where he's going. Despite Inigo's usual.. Inigo-ness, he does have the stealth to pull it off if he'd really try, especially with that tired aura hanging all over Roland.
It doesn't feel right though. He doesn't want to let Roland think he's alone out here, even if that's what Roland wishes to be.
So Inigo jogs up to him, making sure his footsteps are audible enough for Roland to notice, yet not too quick to be threatening. He just jogs the small distance until he naturally ends up at the man's side.
"I'm coming with you." Inigo doesn't ask where he's going, or why. He just keeps walking - whether Roland does so too or pauses. Like it's just natural, a given. Why would Inigo let him go anywhere by himself like this, so quietly, after that intense battle? After the crisis of Roland's sudden yet quick disappearance from a few days ago?
There's no way in hell.
'Good morning passengers. It is Day 16 of Month Imagination...'
Another day, another morning. Tidus has no special rituals when he wakes up, other than turning over at the sound of the monotone voice, putting on the act of not wanting to be awake. It's half-true. But any leftover exhaustion from their mission is gone now for Tidus, and now the days were returning to normal. No thoughts yet about the platform stop he knew that would take place, the items waiting, the new people to be trapped on their wild ride.
Five more minutes. A five more minutes that isn't so long, when he thinks about the opportunity of catching an early shower, and the burst of optimism in his chest that's-- alright, alright, okay, he's getting up! Quiet only for S'reee's sake, though there's the sighs and light sounds of movement...
Another day, another morning. Tidus has no special rituals when he wakes up, other than turning over at the sound of the monotone voice, putting on the act of not wanting to be awake. It's half-true. But any leftover exhaustion from their mission is gone now for Tidus, and now the days were returning to normal. No thoughts yet about the platform stop he knew that would take place, the items waiting, the new people to be trapped on their wild ride.
Five more minutes. A five more minutes that isn't so long, when he thinks about the opportunity of catching an early shower, and the burst of optimism in his chest that's-- alright, alright, okay, he's getting up! Quiet only for S'reee's sake, though there's the sighs and light sounds of movement...
Truly another day, another morning. So ordinary that Inigo doesn't think much of it. The same sound as ever, lying on a bunk the same as ever, still holding onto his oversized wyvern plush.
So Inigo doesn't think much of it when he swings his legs over the side of the bunk, stepping out onto the floor.
.. The floor.
The floor that suddenly isn't there, because Inigo sure didn't process yet that that definitely was the ceiling above him, rather than another bunk. Which means that the distance his feet have to travel before making it to the floor is significantly longer than anticipated.
Hence why he lands on the floor with a loud thud. Sorry, S'reee, but look, it wasn't on purpose! Do you think Inigo enjoys scraping himself off the floor like a miserable little pile of human? No, of course he doesn't.
Still dizzy after that drop - but mostly fine, he's had worse - Inigo turns around. He's not sure if it's because the room is spinning right in front of his eyes, but the person he sees on the bunk he's now standing next to sure is--
".. Tidus?" He isn't being loud, but he sure as heck sounds confused.
So Inigo doesn't think much of it when he swings his legs over the side of the bunk, stepping out onto the floor.
.. The floor.
The floor that suddenly isn't there, because Inigo sure didn't process yet that that definitely was the ceiling above him, rather than another bunk. Which means that the distance his feet have to travel before making it to the floor is significantly longer than anticipated.
Hence why he lands on the floor with a loud thud. Sorry, S'reee, but look, it wasn't on purpose! Do you think Inigo enjoys scraping himself off the floor like a miserable little pile of human? No, of course he doesn't.
Still dizzy after that drop - but mostly fine, he's had worse - Inigo turns around. He's not sure if it's because the room is spinning right in front of his eyes, but the person he sees on the bunk he's now standing next to sure is--
".. Tidus?" He isn't being loud, but he sure as heck sounds confused.
[ This has been...a day. Overall, it's maybe been one of the better platform stops in a while, with no devastating news and mishaps to rock the train. ...or, well, just for him. A fact Tidus didn't learn until later on after seeing a particular face he knew in passing, but not personally.
Except there were others who did. Others close to him - others like Kitty, and Inigo.
And it's that fact which hits him like a tonne of bricks once it does; a worry for them both, but especially Inigo taking a hold of him after. It's not an easy conversation to bring up or press, and Tidus knows he shouldn't do the last. Even if his 'I'm fine' is spoken in a way that can no longer fool Tidus so easily.
Still - what's there to say? Other than 'Hey, so the guy you saw like a brother's onboard again, or a guy that looks like him. How're you feeling?' ? ]
You okay?
[ Wait and let the guy speak about it when he wants to, apparently. Which isn't on this platform day, now turned into night. Tidus speaks out to the cabin, to the bunk above his. The light already off, and the question treated as a good night before bed.
Hey, he's just feeling for the guy. Okay? ]
Except there were others who did. Others close to him - others like Kitty, and Inigo.
And it's that fact which hits him like a tonne of bricks once it does; a worry for them both, but especially Inigo taking a hold of him after. It's not an easy conversation to bring up or press, and Tidus knows he shouldn't do the last. Even if his 'I'm fine' is spoken in a way that can no longer fool Tidus so easily.
Still - what's there to say? Other than 'Hey, so the guy you saw like a brother's onboard again, or a guy that looks like him. How're you feeling?' ? ]
You okay?
[ Wait and let the guy speak about it when he wants to, apparently. Which isn't on this platform day, now turned into night. Tidus speaks out to the cabin, to the bunk above his. The light already off, and the question treated as a good night before bed.
Hey, he's just feeling for the guy. Okay? ]
[ A day, indeed.
Inigo thought it wouldn't be so bad. When no one he's close to left, when even Taiki - thank Naga - reappeared again at the last minute, rather than being among the people who walked off the platform today. Everything seemed fine until the very moment where Bucky stood in front of him again, only for it to not be Bucky at all. Not his Bucky, anyway.
And it's bothering Inigo. In ways he can't quite hide, even though he's been trying to dodge the topic all day, avoid it as much as possible. Trying to say he's okay, it's fine, even though he isn't, it isn't.
So even now, as they're lying on their bunks, all Inigo says is: ]
Yeah. Good night, Tidus.
[ Inigo is fine.
He can pretend to be fine. ]
Inigo thought it wouldn't be so bad. When no one he's close to left, when even Taiki - thank Naga - reappeared again at the last minute, rather than being among the people who walked off the platform today. Everything seemed fine until the very moment where Bucky stood in front of him again, only for it to not be Bucky at all. Not his Bucky, anyway.
And it's bothering Inigo. In ways he can't quite hide, even though he's been trying to dodge the topic all day, avoid it as much as possible. Trying to say he's okay, it's fine, even though he isn't, it isn't.
So even now, as they're lying on their bunks, all Inigo says is: ]
Yeah. Good night, Tidus.
[ Inigo is fine.
He can pretend to be fine. ]
To say that it's been a long month of Imagination is an understatement. Only now does Roland feel like he's back on his feet, a sense of routine returning to him in full effect. To that end, he decides on delivering the gifts he had bought earlier that morning to the twin teens, both boys helping him out in ways he can't just express in words. From the luggage car, Roland heads off to find Inigo first, thinking he might do with feeding Jumblie something that's actually from the second world for once; an oversight on his part when he had gifted both of them higgledies.
His journey to find the first of the twin teens is not a long one. Inigo is sat by the bench in the standard car, his hands busying themselves with what looked like his sewing. The sight of it draws a wider smile from Roland. Look at him go. Even if the line on Inigo's brow is a bit more determined than it should be...but then again, it wouldn't surprise Roland that he might need to stay for a little while with him. Today of all days; they're usually the toughest on Inigo. He doesn't know if anyone who filed out of the train this time around were just as close to Inigo as the ones that have already left. He hopes his gift can cheer him up then, even in a small way, whatever the case may be.
Focused as Inigo is on the stitching for Jumblie's next dress, he is able to rest his hand lightly on his shoulder to catch his attention. Roland smiles down at him, one hand hidden behind his back.
"Hey pup," he starts off, a chuckle trailing close. "Think I can squeeze myself in here for a while?" Even as he says this, Roland is already taking two steps to the other end of the booth, the one facing Inigo on the opposite side.
"I've got a couple of something's for you."
His journey to find the first of the twin teens is not a long one. Inigo is sat by the bench in the standard car, his hands busying themselves with what looked like his sewing. The sight of it draws a wider smile from Roland. Look at him go. Even if the line on Inigo's brow is a bit more determined than it should be...but then again, it wouldn't surprise Roland that he might need to stay for a little while with him. Today of all days; they're usually the toughest on Inigo. He doesn't know if anyone who filed out of the train this time around were just as close to Inigo as the ones that have already left. He hopes his gift can cheer him up then, even in a small way, whatever the case may be.
Focused as Inigo is on the stitching for Jumblie's next dress, he is able to rest his hand lightly on his shoulder to catch his attention. Roland smiles down at him, one hand hidden behind his back.
"Hey pup," he starts off, a chuckle trailing close. "Think I can squeeze myself in here for a while?" Even as he says this, Roland is already taking two steps to the other end of the booth, the one facing Inigo on the opposite side.
"I've got a couple of something's for you."
"Father." Inigo looks up at him, smiling thinly. It's a good thing Roland put that hand on his shoulder, really, because Inigo was way too caught up in his sewing to have noticed the man otherwise. Even by design, mostly, since he really wants to make sure to not have to think about too much right now. Platform days are always so hard, and even though he can't fully ignore the reality of people leaving, he at least wants to be able to somehow distract himself on the days themselves.
But for Roland? He has always time. "Of course."
Even though he's been working on this dress for quite some time today already, Inigo now finally puts it down on the booth's table so he can give his full attention to his dad. If Inigo is worried about anything at all at the moment, he's hiding it pretty well behind his smile.
"Something for me though..? You didn't buy me something, did you?"
But for Roland? He has always time. "Of course."
Even though he's been working on this dress for quite some time today already, Inigo now finally puts it down on the booth's table so he can give his full attention to his dad. If Inigo is worried about anything at all at the moment, he's hiding it pretty well behind his smile.
"Something for me though..? You didn't buy me something, did you?"
[ bro we're hanging out. and you know what bros do while they're hanging out?? ]
You ever wanna buy something but don't wanna waste the points if you don't like it?
[ Complain, of course. ]
You ever wanna buy something but don't wanna waste the points if you don't like it?
[ Complain, of course. ]
[ What else is new. It's a day ending in a y (since it's the month of Jelly, get it!) and there's complaining to be had about dumb train things. Just regular bro things. ]
What were you thinking of buying?
[ Because of course that question is going to follow, coupled with a curious gaze in Tidus's direction.
.. though a second later it turns into a dumb, dumb dramatic smile, his hand under his face, chin resting in the space between his thumb and index finger. ]
You need me to buy it for you? [ Don't try to look cool, Inigo. ]
What were you thinking of buying?
[ Because of course that question is going to follow, coupled with a curious gaze in Tidus's direction.
.. though a second later it turns into a dumb, dumb dramatic smile, his hand under his face, chin resting in the space between his thumb and index finger. ]
You need me to buy it for you? [ Don't try to look cool, Inigo. ]
It's time.
[ Pick the location, the training gym or their cabin - whichever Tidus could convince Inigo to be in after the first train announcement that they both knew would eventually lead to the platform stop. And with said platform stop comes shop orders, and with shop orders comes the very subtle smile on Tidus's face.
in
niii
gooooooooooo ]
[ Pick the location, the training gym or their cabin - whichever Tidus could convince Inigo to be in after the first train announcement that they both knew would eventually lead to the platform stop. And with said platform stop comes shop orders, and with shop orders comes the very subtle smile on Tidus's face.
in
niii
gooooooooooo ]
It's time?!
[ They truly are like a comedic duo by nature, aren't they.
Because look at this. Here they are, still innocently sitting in their cabin, and Inigo looks like he's just about to drop right off his upper bunk he's sitting on when Tidus says those words, clearly reacting with way too many dramatics to what the other is saying. ]
Don't make it sound so omnious! I.. [ He stops for a moment, the telltale signs of embarrassment in his expression as clear as day, but then actually does continue. Whatever. This isn't even the most embarrassing thing he's ever said to Tidus out loud. It most likely doesn't even break the top 10! ] I'm already nervous enough!
[ They truly are like a comedic duo by nature, aren't they.
Because look at this. Here they are, still innocently sitting in their cabin, and Inigo looks like he's just about to drop right off his upper bunk he's sitting on when Tidus says those words, clearly reacting with way too many dramatics to what the other is saying. ]
Don't make it sound so omnious! I.. [ He stops for a moment, the telltale signs of embarrassment in his expression as clear as day, but then actually does continue. Whatever. This isn't even the most embarrassing thing he's ever said to Tidus out loud. It most likely doesn't even break the top 10! ] I'm already nervous enough!
[ There's little hesitation in the message that loudly rings across the train, since Roland has no clue which car or cabin Inigo might be at when he projects his voice through the ICP. Thank goodness he took notes when Tidus did the same thing to him back then. And if it isn't the very idea of Roland doing this particular method to get in touch with Inigo at all that might be drawing suspicion, it's the way he actually talks through the microphone that seals the deal.
Calm, levelled. As Roland always seems to be by default. However, to a pair of trained ears, who have witnessed the shades of colors across Roland's spectrum of emotions hidden beneath tempered faces and smiles, there's an edge of urgency that follows just above the surface. ]
'Good day, Voidtreckers. This is Roland Crane from Purple, kindly disregard this message unless you are pup. Pup, could you meet me in the Library by the usual spot in 30 minutes? Thanks, pup. [ There's a pause that lingers, as if he's speaking to someone else, but it's muffled and staticky. Then - ] Ah, uh. Apologies for the inconvenience, everyone. Excuse me.
[ That can't be Roland slightly flustered, could it? No. Impossible.
But only time will tell, whatever Inigo is feeling upon hearing such an announcement. Roland is already standing by his unofficial partition in the library as soon as Inigo makes his way there, his back turned as if staring at a wall in deep thought, head bowed with a finger to his chin. ]
Calm, levelled. As Roland always seems to be by default. However, to a pair of trained ears, who have witnessed the shades of colors across Roland's spectrum of emotions hidden beneath tempered faces and smiles, there's an edge of urgency that follows just above the surface. ]
'Good day, Voidtreckers. This is Roland Crane from Purple, kindly disregard this message unless you are pup. Pup, could you meet me in the Library by the usual spot in 30 minutes? Thanks, pup. [ There's a pause that lingers, as if he's speaking to someone else, but it's muffled and staticky. Then - ] Ah, uh. Apologies for the inconvenience, everyone. Excuse me.
[ That can't be Roland slightly flustered, could it? No. Impossible.
But only time will tell, whatever Inigo is feeling upon hearing such an announcement. Roland is already standing by his unofficial partition in the library as soon as Inigo makes his way there, his back turned as if staring at a wall in deep thought, head bowed with a finger to his chin. ]
i can't believe roland didn't expect this to be the exact result of this plan
flatteries
2021-02-06 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What.
What is happening.
It's like instant panic forms in Inigo's head. For multiple reasons. For one, Roland usually always goes looking for him, rather than broadcasting something like this across the train. And then there's the matter of that odd edge to the man's tone - something that Inigo spots immediately. He's seen too much emotion from Roland at this point to not be able to tell that something is up. Something is up so bad. Especially since Roland is saying 'pup' so publically, rather than just mentioning.. you know, his name?!
And with the way Inigo is, the first assumption his mind jumps to right off the bat is that he's done something wrong. He's really screwed up something. Not that Inigo knows what, but there's got to be something if Roland is calling him like that!
And what doesn't help the situation in the slightest is the fact that he's still wearing the dance outfit. At least 30 minutes gives him some time, but there are definitely some pieces of it that he couldn't quite take off in time, instead covered up by his hoodie as he hastily slips it on over the last few remaining pieces of his dance outfit. Inigo then practically dashes over towards the library, completely out of breath by the time he makes it, spotting Roland's form.
Roland's thinking form.
Inigo doesn't hesitate for a moment. ]
Father, I'm so sorry!
[ Does he have any idea what he's apologizing for? No, not at all. But if he's really done something wrong, it can't hurt to come out strong right off the gate - Inigo's eyes wide, shaking a little. PANICKED PUP, PANICKED PUP IS HERE. ]
What is happening.
It's like instant panic forms in Inigo's head. For multiple reasons. For one, Roland usually always goes looking for him, rather than broadcasting something like this across the train. And then there's the matter of that odd edge to the man's tone - something that Inigo spots immediately. He's seen too much emotion from Roland at this point to not be able to tell that something is up. Something is up so bad. Especially since Roland is saying 'pup' so publically, rather than just mentioning.. you know, his name?!
And with the way Inigo is, the first assumption his mind jumps to right off the bat is that he's done something wrong. He's really screwed up something. Not that Inigo knows what, but there's got to be something if Roland is calling him like that!
And what doesn't help the situation in the slightest is the fact that he's still wearing the dance outfit. At least 30 minutes gives him some time, but there are definitely some pieces of it that he couldn't quite take off in time, instead covered up by his hoodie as he hastily slips it on over the last few remaining pieces of his dance outfit. Inigo then practically dashes over towards the library, completely out of breath by the time he makes it, spotting Roland's form.
Roland's thinking form.
Inigo doesn't hesitate for a moment. ]
Father, I'm so sorry!
[ Does he have any idea what he's apologizing for? No, not at all. But if he's really done something wrong, it can't hurt to come out strong right off the gate - Inigo's eyes wide, shaking a little. PANICKED PUP, PANICKED PUP IS HERE. ]
i can't believe inigo didn't expect this expert REVERSE UNO
adregem
- 2021-02-07 18:54 (UTC) - Expand[ ( Continuing from here. )
Inigo isn't wrong.
And because he isn't wrong, the whine in his voice - it doesn't tickle Tidus quite the same way it was just a moment ago. He's going too far and he knows it, he needs to relent, give up on this joke; but, at the same time...
Would he mind? Would it be a bad thing? He lingers by Inigo as his mind tries to figure itself out, how to next proceed, conflicted in what makes sense, what wouldn't be leading Inigo on. Hesitantly, Tidus moves back his body, his face, dropping the hand on Inigo's thigh to rest at his side, actually innocuously. Eyes flitting from Inigo's face, but quickly returning; a dusting of shyness across his expression, the press of his lips. Yet- ]
...I don't think I'd mind. [ It's a little funny to talk about, but isn't this exactly what they should? No, this is worth talking about, and Tidus bites down that part of him worried about coming off dumb. ] We don't really get any privacy on the train, and... it's not like I haven't seen a dick before.
[ His eyes even glance down when he says it. You know? He could have probably phrased that in a better way, but. He searches for what else might be good to say, adding after a beat, looking away again: ]
We've got stuff to clean up with.
[ Tissues, whatever... ]
Inigo isn't wrong.
And because he isn't wrong, the whine in his voice - it doesn't tickle Tidus quite the same way it was just a moment ago. He's going too far and he knows it, he needs to relent, give up on this joke; but, at the same time...
Would he mind? Would it be a bad thing? He lingers by Inigo as his mind tries to figure itself out, how to next proceed, conflicted in what makes sense, what wouldn't be leading Inigo on. Hesitantly, Tidus moves back his body, his face, dropping the hand on Inigo's thigh to rest at his side, actually innocuously. Eyes flitting from Inigo's face, but quickly returning; a dusting of shyness across his expression, the press of his lips. Yet- ]
...I don't think I'd mind. [ It's a little funny to talk about, but isn't this exactly what they should? No, this is worth talking about, and Tidus bites down that part of him worried about coming off dumb. ] We don't really get any privacy on the train, and... it's not like I haven't seen a dick before.
[ His eyes even glance down when he says it. You know? He could have probably phrased that in a better way, but. He searches for what else might be good to say, adding after a beat, looking away again: ]
We've got stuff to clean up with.
[ Tissues, whatever... ]
[ Inigo feels something like annoyance start to bubble up in his stomach as he first hears Tidus talk. Because it feels like the other is continuing the joke despite Inigo telling him to cut it out - as if he's still trying to deceive Inigo with a topic that he's (unbeknowst to Tidus) so sensitive about.
But before the annoyance can be expressed in any way, Inigo actually stops and thinks. Considers not only Tidus's words, but his tone too. It's so different from a moment ago. It sounds more serious, more genuine.
.. and would Tidus really go that far for a joke when this is the topic?
But the alternative explanation for this is that Tidus really wouldn't mind doing that with him, wouldn't mind touching him, wouldn't mind.. being touched by Inigo, in turn? It feels impossible, but then again, Inigo also thought Tidus ever wanting to kiss him was impossible until it suddenly happened.
And yet. And yet Inigo's insecurities are such a mountain to climb. A mountain that feels like it sits right between him and actually attaining what Tidus is offering. ]
You.. really wouldn't mind? [ His voice is still soft, cautious, but surprisingly a little less flustered than a few moments ago. Though the colour still lingers in his face, even now. ] I-I mean, I.. I could do it to you too, if you want..
But before the annoyance can be expressed in any way, Inigo actually stops and thinks. Considers not only Tidus's words, but his tone too. It's so different from a moment ago. It sounds more serious, more genuine.
.. and would Tidus really go that far for a joke when this is the topic?
But the alternative explanation for this is that Tidus really wouldn't mind doing that with him, wouldn't mind touching him, wouldn't mind.. being touched by Inigo, in turn? It feels impossible, but then again, Inigo also thought Tidus ever wanting to kiss him was impossible until it suddenly happened.
And yet. And yet Inigo's insecurities are such a mountain to climb. A mountain that feels like it sits right between him and actually attaining what Tidus is offering. ]
You.. really wouldn't mind? [ His voice is still soft, cautious, but surprisingly a little less flustered than a few moments ago. Though the colour still lingers in his face, even now. ] I-I mean, I.. I could do it to you too, if you want..
Man, these steaks are huge.
[ Hi, guess who has arrived from the kitchen with a promised romantic dinner? One rather late from its original teasing, but talk of what to eat during their return to the ghost-condo had Tidus reminded about it, and come on. Sure, they're not working as hard as they usually do on these missions, but why not a treat every now and then?
(Or more than that, with the goodies Tidus has stowed away inside his band. But he'll share. Promise.)
He walks with two steel lunchboxes to join Inigo on the stuffed couch, flopping on next to him easily, arms up with their food. Hot out of the microwave, Tidus hands Inigo his share: a juicy steak with vegetables, roasted potatoes in herbs and gravy to go with it. The packaging may not be that appealing, but hopefully, the food will be. ]
Be careful! It's hot.
[ Hi, guess who has arrived from the kitchen with a promised romantic dinner? One rather late from its original teasing, but talk of what to eat during their return to the ghost-condo had Tidus reminded about it, and come on. Sure, they're not working as hard as they usually do on these missions, but why not a treat every now and then?
(Or more than that, with the goodies Tidus has stowed away inside his band. But he'll share. Promise.)
He walks with two steel lunchboxes to join Inigo on the stuffed couch, flopping on next to him easily, arms up with their food. Hot out of the microwave, Tidus hands Inigo his share: a juicy steak with vegetables, roasted potatoes in herbs and gravy to go with it. The packaging may not be that appealing, but hopefully, the food will be. ]
Be careful! It's hot.
[ Inigo is already curiously peering over as Tidus approaches with the food - leaning on the arm rest of the couch, like leaning over may allow him to have just the slight bit ore of a view of the food coming for him. ]
Did they look good though?
[ Once Tidus sits down on the couch, Inigo sits back down normally too, so he can take the lunchbox he's being handed and put it down on his lap. He opens the lid, as curious as a kid opening a treasure box.
.. in fact, he seems even more like an enthusiastic kid a moment after, once he's taken off the lid and actually sees the content. He is for once smart enough to listen to Tidus's advice and not immediately stuff his face with food that could burn his mouth, but he still looks so excited to eat this.
It's a lot better than they've had on some missions. ]
You can't be serious! We're getting spoiled!
Did they look good though?
[ Once Tidus sits down on the couch, Inigo sits back down normally too, so he can take the lunchbox he's being handed and put it down on his lap. He opens the lid, as curious as a kid opening a treasure box.
.. in fact, he seems even more like an enthusiastic kid a moment after, once he's taken off the lid and actually sees the content. He is for once smart enough to listen to Tidus's advice and not immediately stuff his face with food that could burn his mouth, but he still looks so excited to eat this.
It's a lot better than they've had on some missions. ]
You can't be serious! We're getting spoiled!
Eeeesh, I feel like I walked through a shower! What about you? How wet am I?
[ He's complaining about the atmosphere, but really, how careful would a guy like Tidus be to not get wet if there's plenty of opportunities all around him? They've gone into their room for the night, which is about as easy to tell as it usually is; inspecting his trousers from the spot he's sitting on the edge of the bed, his lower pant legs caked in all sorts.
Tugging once at his shirt, he decides - with only a pause to run a hand through his hair; that feels a tinsy bit damp - to start stripping. First with his shirt, and then his pants.
Good thing one of them in here wears boxer briefs!! ]
[ He's complaining about the atmosphere, but really, how careful would a guy like Tidus be to not get wet if there's plenty of opportunities all around him? They've gone into their room for the night, which is about as easy to tell as it usually is; inspecting his trousers from the spot he's sitting on the edge of the bed, his lower pant legs caked in all sorts.
Tugging once at his shirt, he decides - with only a pause to run a hand through his hair; that feels a tinsy bit damp - to start stripping. First with his shirt, and then his pants.
Good thing one of them in here wears boxer briefs!! ]
[ You think boxer briefs are enough to save Inigo's heart? Please.
Granted, it shouldn't be as dangerous for Inigo as it is, considering he has seen Tidus wearing less by now, but that never helps. He's still not used to it at all, and Tidus's body is just too nice for Inigo's heart to not skip a beat or two at the sight of it.
Though he makes sure to not say anything about it. Instead Inigo pretends he's suddenly real, real busy inspecting the bottom of his own shirt, to see if it's also that damp. (Spoilers: it is.) ]
Uh, well.. It's kind of hard to tell now you've already.. taken it all off.
[ Subtle. Smooth. A champion of speech. HE'S NOT FLUSTERED, YOU ARE. ]
I guess I'm a little like that too.. That's what happens when that place is so wet, huh.
Granted, it shouldn't be as dangerous for Inigo as it is, considering he has seen Tidus wearing less by now, but that never helps. He's still not used to it at all, and Tidus's body is just too nice for Inigo's heart to not skip a beat or two at the sight of it.
Though he makes sure to not say anything about it. Instead Inigo pretends he's suddenly real, real busy inspecting the bottom of his own shirt, to see if it's also that damp. (Spoilers: it is.) ]
Uh, well.. It's kind of hard to tell now you've already.. taken it all off.
[ Subtle. Smooth. A champion of speech. HE'S NOT FLUSTERED, YOU ARE. ]
I guess I'm a little like that too.. That's what happens when that place is so wet, huh.
Suffice to say, Inigo was in a better mood.
Thanks to the return of Taiki and Roland. A return that lifted a weight that even Tidus hadn't wanted to acknowledge, heavier - foreboding, horrid - when they were stopped at the platform. Two backs he should want to see leave, but who said how you felt had to be reasonable?
So, he was happy too to see the other guys. And he wasn't in a rush to ruin the good mood, and to have them do...anything too strenuous (or maybe just new). That's why he waits for the next morning to inform Inigo, all cheers and smiles-
"Today, we're gonna do some dance exercises!"
Congratulations, Inigo! And when the time comes for their testing of the gear, Tidus leads them to the upper dance carriage with its performance stage - a stage rarely used, and so nice and private. Even if, really, there wasn't anything to be shy about exercising.
But Tidus is being nice and considerate to a bro.
Thanks to the return of Taiki and Roland. A return that lifted a weight that even Tidus hadn't wanted to acknowledge, heavier - foreboding, horrid - when they were stopped at the platform. Two backs he should want to see leave, but who said how you felt had to be reasonable?
So, he was happy too to see the other guys. And he wasn't in a rush to ruin the good mood, and to have them do...anything too strenuous (or maybe just new). That's why he waits for the next morning to inform Inigo, all cheers and smiles-
"Today, we're gonna do some dance exercises!"
Congratulations, Inigo! And when the time comes for their testing of the gear, Tidus leads them to the upper dance carriage with its performance stage - a stage rarely used, and so nice and private. Even if, really, there wasn't anything to be shy about exercising.
But Tidus is being nice and considerate to a bro.
Maybe Tidus is just lucky. Or maybe it's since Inigo is suddenly in a much better mood than a few days ago. Whatever the reason is, there's so much less whining than the usual as he's being lead along towards the stage where Inigo sometimes tries to secretly dance by himself.
Because usually he would have been way too flustered about this, complaining and whining all the while. But even though he's still shy, and definitely more than a little flustered at the idea that they'll be dancing there and anyone can just walk in on them, he at least has the courage to try today.
No, rather than Inigo whining, he just looks curious as they're entering the music carriage, moving up to the second floor where the stage is.
"Did you get the stuff for it..?"
Look, usually stuff from Tidus's world just confuses him. But when it's something related to dancing, he actually is genuinely curious.
Because usually he would have been way too flustered about this, complaining and whining all the while. But even though he's still shy, and definitely more than a little flustered at the idea that they'll be dancing there and anyone can just walk in on them, he at least has the courage to try today.
No, rather than Inigo whining, he just looks curious as they're entering the music carriage, moving up to the second floor where the stage is.
"Did you get the stuff for it..?"
Look, usually stuff from Tidus's world just confuses him. But when it's something related to dancing, he actually is genuinely curious.
Truth be told, it's not the most exhausting end to a mission. There's still the bruises and the weariness from fighting, jumping, from evacuations and dealing with everything that illusory world was and wasn't; arriving in the luggage carriage squashed together into people and the furnishings in there; wiggling their way out.
Maybe that's the reason why he goes for it. Why he doesn't just want to rest, as if it hasn't been a nagging in him since then. Then - when they'd been up against his father, the emotion after stirred in his belly and chest. A want of some kind of escape, that the time they both make it to their room, whether separate, or the plan was to get some food, but Tidus tugged them away from the transgates and offered teleports and led them to their room-
and once the door closes, if he has to push it to a click and trap his body against Inigo's, he goes in for a kiss; fingers brushing into hair and cupping his scalp, tongue pushing against his lips, seeking deeper into his mouth for a kiss he's been wanting the taste of for hours now.
And maybe more. Maybe a lot more.
Maybe that's the reason why he goes for it. Why he doesn't just want to rest, as if it hasn't been a nagging in him since then. Then - when they'd been up against his father, the emotion after stirred in his belly and chest. A want of some kind of escape, that the time they both make it to their room, whether separate, or the plan was to get some food, but Tidus tugged them away from the transgates and offered teleports and led them to their room-
and once the door closes, if he has to push it to a click and trap his body against Inigo's, he goes in for a kiss; fingers brushing into hair and cupping his scalp, tongue pushing against his lips, seeking deeper into his mouth for a kiss he's been wanting the taste of for hours now.
And maybe more. Maybe a lot more.
Maybe Inigo should have seen this coming. After all, what other reason would Tidus have to suddenly drag him off to their room? At first Inigo thought the other was just helping him get out of the luggage carriage and away from it, considering the sheer stream of people leaving that place and all heading in the same direction. Then when Tidus keeps leading him along, Inigo thinks maybe the other has something important to say that he can't say in the presence of all these other people.
But no. Of course it's this. It seems obvious the moment Inigo realises that this is very much Tidus hungrily kissing him, their bodies so close together that he's practically got Inigo trapped with his back against the closed door right now.
He doesn't mind though. Even though the initial moment of it is surprising, there's no way Inigo could ever mind something like this. And while there are so many things he could quip here, he doesn't - or rather, he can't, considering just how much Tidus is pressing his mouth harder against his own, tongues intermingling the moment Inigo opens his lips to allow him access.
Inigo's hands move. Almost awkwardly, at first, like his brain is still trying to catch up with this current situation. First they land on Tidus's shoulders, moving around hesitantly, before instead moving down until they're pressed against his hips.
But no. Of course it's this. It seems obvious the moment Inigo realises that this is very much Tidus hungrily kissing him, their bodies so close together that he's practically got Inigo trapped with his back against the closed door right now.
He doesn't mind though. Even though the initial moment of it is surprising, there's no way Inigo could ever mind something like this. And while there are so many things he could quip here, he doesn't - or rather, he can't, considering just how much Tidus is pressing his mouth harder against his own, tongues intermingling the moment Inigo opens his lips to allow him access.
Inigo's hands move. Almost awkwardly, at first, like his brain is still trying to catch up with this current situation. First they land on Tidus's shoulders, moving around hesitantly, before instead moving down until they're pressed against his hips.
It's not that Tidus feels that he needs to do this, but that he wants to. A gift back for the gifts given, a small apology for how awkward it got. A simple one in theory, though the work that was involved was...maybe fiddly, a creativity he's unused to. Still, it's the call-back that matters more, right?
So Tidus is hoping.
It's later in the 'day' that Tidus approaches Inigo - or, rather, when they're back in their cabin, the windows of the train dark, and it's late enough that spending the last of their time awake inside the room just seems like a natural answer. Tidus figures it'll come, and without any immediate rush (though there is the apprehension of anticipation in him, regardless), Tidus looks up from the magazine he's reading, sprawled out on his side of the bed, facing towards the door, but then over to Inigo.
"Hey- I got something I wanna give you."
Not a continued free view of his butt (if Inigo isn't also resting on his stomach like stomach), as he'll shift himself onto his knees, come to a sitting position.
So Tidus is hoping.
It's later in the 'day' that Tidus approaches Inigo - or, rather, when they're back in their cabin, the windows of the train dark, and it's late enough that spending the last of their time awake inside the room just seems like a natural answer. Tidus figures it'll come, and without any immediate rush (though there is the apprehension of anticipation in him, regardless), Tidus looks up from the magazine he's reading, sprawled out on his side of the bed, facing towards the door, but then over to Inigo.
"Hey- I got something I wanna give you."
Not a continued free view of his butt (if Inigo isn't also resting on his stomach like stomach), as he'll shift himself onto his knees, come to a sitting position.
But the Tidus butt view is the best present.
Granted, it's not like Inigo is expecting anything like this to begin with. Not any sort of gift. He just figures they'd spend their 'night' here like they often do when they aren't quite ready to fall asleep just yet. Just them sprawled out on the bed, reading a little before the train knocks them out.
But the surprise behind Tidus suddenly speaking up with that of all things is enough to grab all of Inigo's attention in an instant. The guy raises his head, glancing over to look at Tidus, though not quite sitting up just yet.
".. Something you want to give me?" That question mark is so audible, it might as well be floating in the air. "I mean, I'm not complaining.. but why?"
Granted, it's not like Inigo is expecting anything like this to begin with. Not any sort of gift. He just figures they'd spend their 'night' here like they often do when they aren't quite ready to fall asleep just yet. Just them sprawled out on the bed, reading a little before the train knocks them out.
But the surprise behind Tidus suddenly speaking up with that of all things is enough to grab all of Inigo's attention in an instant. The guy raises his head, glancing over to look at Tidus, though not quite sitting up just yet.
".. Something you want to give me?" That question mark is so audible, it might as well be floating in the air. "I mean, I'm not complaining.. but why?"
[ Back in their room - as Tidus had talked about, but letting them sit and drink and chat as they often do - Tidus turns around to sit down on the edge of the bed, and needlessly: ]
Alright, Inigo - take off your clothes.
[ Insert this icon face, grinning and waiting - to see Inigo's reaction, mainly. Does he have to phrase it this way? Yes, he does, 'cause he wants to.
Feel free to ask why. But if Inigo does start to make moves to undress, Tidus will laugh and go, ] Nonono, okay, I'm kidding, kinda.
[ mixed messages.mp3. ]
Alright, Inigo - take off your clothes.
[ Insert this icon face, grinning and waiting - to see Inigo's reaction, mainly. Does he have to phrase it this way? Yes, he does, 'cause he wants to.
Feel free to ask why. But if Inigo does start to make moves to undress, Tidus will laugh and go, ] Nonono, okay, I'm kidding, kinda.
[ mixed messages.mp3. ]
[ There's no full move to undress, at least. Because Inigo can see that look on Tidus's face, and that does suggest that this is a joke..
.. but then again, why would the other tell him that jokingly? Right now? Confused about Tidus's intentions, Inigo does move one hand down to the waistband of his pants..
Only to pull it back again a moment later, his cheeks faintly pink.
(Even just as a joke, he's weak to hearing Tidus say that.) ]
W-Why did you have to put it that way if you were joking?! [ Please, bro. Think of his heart. ]
.. but then again, why would the other tell him that jokingly? Right now? Confused about Tidus's intentions, Inigo does move one hand down to the waistband of his pants..
Only to pull it back again a moment later, his cheeks faintly pink.
(Even just as a joke, he's weak to hearing Tidus say that.) ]
W-Why did you have to put it that way if you were joking?! [ Please, bro. Think of his heart. ]
Good Morning Voidtreckers, today is day 13 of the month of Nebula...
The voice speaks through the carriages, a wake-up call that nobody ever asks for, but comes on each new day. Tidus stirs, the sound registering in his ears; but he rolls, or tries, bumping into some lump in front of him. A lump that when he throws his arm over it, it manages to grab onto it.
It's either it or him, but Tidus brings the pair closer, mumbling into the back of a neck. Wearing nothing but a shirt and underwear, and not really keen on the idea of putting on anything more.
Fiveee more miiinuuuteees... or daaaayyssss...
The voice speaks through the carriages, a wake-up call that nobody ever asks for, but comes on each new day. Tidus stirs, the sound registering in his ears; but he rolls, or tries, bumping into some lump in front of him. A lump that when he throws his arm over it, it manages to grab onto it.
It's either it or him, but Tidus brings the pair closer, mumbling into the back of a neck. Wearing nothing but a shirt and underwear, and not really keen on the idea of putting on anything more.
Fiveee more miiinuuuteees... or daaaayyssss...
There are those times where you wake up, and you don't really realise what's the waking world and what's a dream - or what's even happening, really. Because the voice does register with Inigo as well, but while he's usually pretty good about actually sitting up and attempting to get out of bed when he hears it, right now there's an obstacle. Something that renders him unable to move.
And it's exactly that fact that makes him unsure whether this is real or not. Because after a moment or two of thinking what that feeling around his middle could be, he realises it's an arm. And it's not Inigo's own arm.
Then come the other sensations. The warmth pressed up against his back. The soft breath tickling the short hairs near his neck. The familiar sensation of another person right there, holding him, except he's still in bed, still half waking up.
(Except it's Tidus doing it. Tidus, cuddling with him here in bed, completely unprompted, without Inigo first having to whine about it for an hour or two.)
Inigo freezes up. He's too scared to even twitch, to move slightly. What if Tidus is just subconsciously doing this? What if he'd move away if he realises what's going on? Even Inigo's breath stills slightly, like he's trying his darnest to make sure the sensation doesn't leave him as soon as it came.
And it's exactly that fact that makes him unsure whether this is real or not. Because after a moment or two of thinking what that feeling around his middle could be, he realises it's an arm. And it's not Inigo's own arm.
Then come the other sensations. The warmth pressed up against his back. The soft breath tickling the short hairs near his neck. The familiar sensation of another person right there, holding him, except he's still in bed, still half waking up.
(Except it's Tidus doing it. Tidus, cuddling with him here in bed, completely unprompted, without Inigo first having to whine about it for an hour or two.)
Inigo freezes up. He's too scared to even twitch, to move slightly. What if Tidus is just subconsciously doing this? What if he'd move away if he realises what's going on? Even Inigo's breath stills slightly, like he's trying his darnest to make sure the sensation doesn't leave him as soon as it came.
[ Following this, it takes a trip from the sports gym for Tidus to reach his room with Inigo; taking the long way, siiince, huh. Should he be taking this whole thing with Jingyi seriously? Maybe he stuck his foot in it, but he isn't really sure about that, either.
(Marriage is a big deal in Jingyi's world, he knows that. But he's the guy who talks a lot about getting together with him and Inigo, right? In a joking way. ...right?)
So, he might not get to the room as quickly as Inigo might like, but when he gets there, he gets into it, as soon as he closes the door: ]
Jingyi isn't serious, is he?
(Marriage is a big deal in Jingyi's world, he knows that. But he's the guy who talks a lot about getting together with him and Inigo, right? In a joking way. ...right?)
So, he might not get to the room as quickly as Inigo might like, but when he gets there, he gets into it, as soon as he closes the door: ]
Jingyi isn't serious, is he?
[ If Tidus wouldn't have gotten into it right away, then Inigo would have.
Because the way that conversation went, and especially the tail end of it? They have left Inigo in high stress mode. The highest of stress modes. And that might not necessarily be a new mode when it comes to Inigo, but he's still pacing back and forth in their little room, only barely managing to contain a full on freakout as he's waiting for Tidus.
But then the other is there after what feels like an eternity, moments in time stretched out even longer by Inigo's sheer nerves rushing through him, and he speaks up about it, and Inigo just lets go. ]
That's what I'm trying to figure out!
[ His voice might crack in the middle there. Sorry, bro. He's nervous. He's worried. He's.. He's nerried! ]
You know how he is! He sometimes takes things way too seriously, right?! No, scratch that-- [ Inigo shakes his head, nervously walking back and forth again now. ] He does that all the time..!
Because the way that conversation went, and especially the tail end of it? They have left Inigo in high stress mode. The highest of stress modes. And that might not necessarily be a new mode when it comes to Inigo, but he's still pacing back and forth in their little room, only barely managing to contain a full on freakout as he's waiting for Tidus.
But then the other is there after what feels like an eternity, moments in time stretched out even longer by Inigo's sheer nerves rushing through him, and he speaks up about it, and Inigo just lets go. ]
That's what I'm trying to figure out!
[ His voice might crack in the middle there. Sorry, bro. He's nervous. He's worried. He's.. He's nerried! ]
You know how he is! He sometimes takes things way too seriously, right?! No, scratch that-- [ Inigo shakes his head, nervously walking back and forth again now. ] He does that all the time..!
orchestra 1; after platform stop, u get to choose where!!!
blitzcheer
2021-11-04 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright, so how does this sound: 'I was part of the fake mission in the month Nebula, on days so and so. I got snatched on the second day when one of the invisible things cornered me. Next thing I knew, I was in a room covered in white tiles and bright lights...'
[ It was after the last 'mission' that Tidus was convinced to put down his experience of his time on the train into words that could be left behind - any part of it that seemed important, with the meeting with the inspectors taking precedence.
And Inigo gets to enjoy being his ear. Platform days always put Tidus in an odd mood where he isn't sure what to do, not up for any training, so - why not write? Because it's a hassle, is the actual answer, but he's gotten through a decent amount, after a few hours. And even now he's got his notebook out, tapping his pen as he speaks.
To any amount - Inigo can stop him when he likes. Tidus has the voice of someone reading off a script, not putting any show or effort into his delivery. That's not the point, right? It's about how factual and to the point it is! ]
[ It was after the last 'mission' that Tidus was convinced to put down his experience of his time on the train into words that could be left behind - any part of it that seemed important, with the meeting with the inspectors taking precedence.
And Inigo gets to enjoy being his ear. Platform days always put Tidus in an odd mood where he isn't sure what to do, not up for any training, so - why not write? Because it's a hassle, is the actual answer, but he's gotten through a decent amount, after a few hours. And even now he's got his notebook out, tapping his pen as he speaks.
To any amount - Inigo can stop him when he likes. Tidus has the voice of someone reading off a script, not putting any show or effort into his delivery. That's not the point, right? It's about how factual and to the point it is! ]
[ See, Inigo absolutely doesn't mind listening to Tidus when it helps the other - and especially when Inigo has something to do himself while he listens. It's why he suggested doing this here in the greenhouse carriage, so he could tend to some flowers while Tidus was reading his writing out loud to him.
It's a win-win situation, isn't it?
So Inigo is just working on gently moving some of the flowers to give ones that have grown bigger a bit more room to breathe, replanting them a bit further apart from each other, only to look over at Tidus when he reaches the - current - end of his story. ]
Sounds pretty detailed to me. [ He says, refraining from making any joke on how that tone could put him to sleep. He doesn't want Tidus to feel bad about his work, after all. Inigo's being a good boy for once. ] So you're planning on writing more like that? Not just about the interview?
It's a win-win situation, isn't it?
So Inigo is just working on gently moving some of the flowers to give ones that have grown bigger a bit more room to breathe, replanting them a bit further apart from each other, only to look over at Tidus when he reaches the - current - end of his story. ]
Sounds pretty detailed to me. [ He says, refraining from making any joke on how that tone could put him to sleep. He doesn't want Tidus to feel bad about his work, after all. Inigo's being a good boy for once. ] So you're planning on writing more like that? Not just about the interview?
[ I'll tell you later. He told Inigo something of the kind, a conversation that he wasn't going to have out in the open, even if they rolled the luck that nobody was going to show in the greenhouse car.
Is Inigo the kind of guy who likes to be told about a future topic, then being made wait to hear it? Even Tidus knows he doesn't, but he'll have to deal, just like Tidus is with his forcing himself to be invested in the videogame he's playing on a handheld. It's working to keep his focus and his hands busy, even if it doesn't distract from his mind what he wants to talk to Inigo about.
It's embarrassing, and there's no cool way of saying it - ... but it's not embarrassing enough that he doesn't want to bring it up.
He can still lower himself in their bed, sitting atop the blankets, head barely on a pillow with a leg crossed over the other. Waiting for the door to open, but okay if it doesn't.
(Because it's unlikely Inigo will have him waiting long enough to get annoyed.) ]
Is Inigo the kind of guy who likes to be told about a future topic, then being made wait to hear it? Even Tidus knows he doesn't, but he'll have to deal, just like Tidus is with his forcing himself to be invested in the videogame he's playing on a handheld. It's working to keep his focus and his hands busy, even if it doesn't distract from his mind what he wants to talk to Inigo about.
It's embarrassing, and there's no cool way of saying it - ... but it's not embarrassing enough that he doesn't want to bring it up.
He can still lower himself in their bed, sitting atop the blankets, head barely on a pillow with a leg crossed over the other. Waiting for the door to open, but okay if it doesn't.
(Because it's unlikely Inigo will have him waiting long enough to get annoyed.) ]
[ Tidus definitely won't have to wait long. After all, how could Inigo live for long with a statement like that? Even if Tidus hadn't said it in the sort of way where it sounded like he had to tell Inigo something bad, there's absolutely no way Inigo's head won't take a statement like that and spin it out of control, thinking of all the possible ways this could end up going really, really badly.
So he makes sure to quickly finish up his work with the flowers. He can't just sit there and quietly take care of them with a certain air of anxiety hanging over his head, after all.
And after a quick moment of washing all the dirt and soil off him, Inigo does arrive at the room. Kind of glad to see Tidus there, since otherwise he would've had to go look all over the train for the guy--
But at the same time kind of surprised by the air of casualness hanging here. Tidus lying there, just playing a game, as if nothing is up. Did Inigo just blow this up in his mind? Was he just being an idiot again?
Unsure of the answer to that question, Inigo just stands there, awkwardly, as he lets the door fall shut behind him. ]
Uh.. hey.
So he makes sure to quickly finish up his work with the flowers. He can't just sit there and quietly take care of them with a certain air of anxiety hanging over his head, after all.
And after a quick moment of washing all the dirt and soil off him, Inigo does arrive at the room. Kind of glad to see Tidus there, since otherwise he would've had to go look all over the train for the guy--
But at the same time kind of surprised by the air of casualness hanging here. Tidus lying there, just playing a game, as if nothing is up. Did Inigo just blow this up in his mind? Was he just being an idiot again?
Unsure of the answer to that question, Inigo just stands there, awkwardly, as he lets the door fall shut behind him. ]
Uh.. hey.
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