"Simple"? You trying to push me over, and carry you? [ On his back?
But all of this is feigned offence, incredulity. He shakes his head, making a huffy noise of exasperation. ]
Okay, sure, if you put it like that - I'll try a simple touch on you one of these days. Right now, I'm thinking... [ Hmm, platform day - what does he want to do on a platform day?
[ Inigo's face basically lights up the moment that Tidus says he'll try a simple touch on him. What is he going to do? Is he going to hug him? A romantic backhug?! A friendly jump-on-the-back-hug?! The possibilities are endless!
.. but then Tidus speaks up again with the total opposite of what Inigo was expecting, dashing his hopes in a single shot. Inigo hangs his head as his expression drops all the way back. ]
How is that a simple touch? [ Whiiine. ] That's just work!
Though it's the mention of the dance coaches that seems to quiet Inigo's whining - for the moment anyway - and instead make him look more like he's considering this option. ]
I guess we could do a few rounds with the dance coaches.. [ That's definitely more fun.
Sorry, swords. ]
.. and then I can get the simple touch afterwards? [ Why is he so invested in this. ]
But when they keep saying 'simple touch' - or when Inigo's the one to say it this time - Tidus has it in the back of his throat to ask what a simple touch is in his mind, to turn it southward, implying in nature.
...And that's tempting to ask now, but he decides against it, leave it to see if Inigo would be in the mood after. ]
Deal. Alright. But I call when we're done! No simple touching 'til I say so.
[ If he will be, too.
(As if he isn't already considering the showers, for this.) ]
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But all of this is feigned offence, incredulity. He shakes his head, making a huffy noise of exasperation. ]
Okay, sure, if you put it like that - I'll try a simple touch on you one of these days. Right now, I'm thinking... [ Hmm, platform day - what does he want to do on a platform day?
He gets onto his feet, turns to Inigo. ]
How about some training? Swords and grav-con?
[ So Tidus can practice cool flips? ]
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.. but then Tidus speaks up again with the total opposite of what Inigo was expecting, dashing his hopes in a single shot. Inigo hangs his head as his expression drops all the way back. ]
How is that a simple touch? [ Whiiine. ] That's just work!
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[ Look at him, Inigo, he's starting to do a light jog on the spot! ]
I'll even set up the dance coaches if they sound more fun. Don't you wanna burn some energy too?
[ Sometimes you just wanna go, Inigo! ]
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Though it's the mention of the dance coaches that seems to quiet Inigo's whining - for the moment anyway - and instead make him look more like he's considering this option. ]
I guess we could do a few rounds with the dance coaches.. [ That's definitely more fun.
Sorry, swords. ]
.. and then I can get the simple touch afterwards? [ Why is he so invested in this. ]
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But when they keep saying 'simple touch' - or when Inigo's the one to say it this time - Tidus has it in the back of his throat to ask what a simple touch is in his mind, to turn it southward, implying in nature.
...And that's tempting to ask now, but he decides against it, leave it to see if Inigo would be in the mood after. ]
Deal. Alright. But I call when we're done! No simple touching 'til I say so.
[ If he will be, too.
(As if he isn't already considering the showers, for this.) ]