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[blitzcheer]

"Well, you know-! I never made out with guys before, but I never had any complaints from girls. But you can tell me if there's a problem, you know? I'm not gonna cry - you can let me know whatever you want!"

If one guy rambles, then another must too, with tells of how He's Not That Bothered over the potential of not being absolutely good. Just in case he needs to say it! Just in case there's anything really, really that Inigo's been wanting to share with him but hasn't dared to!

But he'll accept that there isn't anything wrong about his kissing either, going on: "But if you ever wanna make out, you know kissing's my favourite thing. So- you know. Whenever."

It's at least gotten Tidus's mind off of teasing Inigo, as he seems to slip back on the bed, sitting on his side and where he was before.

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With the sudden space he is being given once more, Inigo inhales and exhales deeply a few times, trying to get his flustered mess of a mind back under control. Some of the redness vanishes off his face, though it's not like he's looking exactly 100% normal again - apparently it needs a few more moments to fully fade.

But at least he feels a tad calmer. And he feels like it's necessary to feel that way right now - how else is he going to reassure his bro that he's fine, huh?

It enables him to smile a little at that last part of what Tidus says, this time letting Inigo lean a bit closer to where Tidus is sitting.

"Well, you did ask me if I wanted to make out, and I think you have to take responsibility for that sort of thing.."

[blitzcheer]

..He did, didn't he? And something more, but maybe a bro needs to be (delicate) slow-going with these things, not rush into more than feels right in a particular moment; and for this moment, what feels right is leaning over to Inigo, planting a kiss onto his lips. A lingering kiss that turns into another, then another, before Tidus puts a hand on Inigo's shoulder and takes his lips back, just a bit.

"Come over here." Now's not the time to be a bit closer, but a lot closer. Tidus will guide Inigo to where he wants him (if he has to), an empty lap that shouldn't be empty, 'cause make-out time is on.

(And so is show off time.)