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Thanks for acknowledging the effort getting out of bed takes, bro. That first kiss can barely be called a kiss, and Tidus would complain, if Inigo didn't come back to give him another. And then, instead of giving any verbal response, Tidus brings their lips together for a third, for a fourth. A fourth that tilts his head, that brings a hand around the back of Inigo's head; the flick of a tongue asking for more, as Tidus's other arm wraps around Inigo's back, bringing their bodies together just as close.

Just for a moment, but one that isn't short; enough to indulge in tastes and senses, a pleasant trip that when Tidus does withdraw, loosens his hold and frees his mouth, the feel of Inigo is still on his tongue.

"Like that," he finally says. "Beach guys like their kisses."

It makes them lose the ability to form more witty or cool remarks.

It's a moment that lasts long enough in Inigo's mind. All the moments they kiss do, really, but there's the enhanced factor here of the shirtlessness on top of it all - giving just that slight extra sensation when he's pulled close enough to have their bodies touch.

It definitely makes everything feel a little closer to some actual makeouts, leaving a red hue on Inigo's face even as they lips part again.

"I'm learning a lot today here," he quips in return, though there's a slightly dazed quality about his words. Like he needs a moment to recover from this.

Hence why he's still not moving. "Is there anything else I should know about beach guys?"

"Wellll...."

They like the dazed, confused faces of the people they're with, is something that Tidus could admit to; but he isn't quite sure how to phrase it, and he wouldn't want to fluster what's already a decent face. But he does give some thought to his next action, where he could take this. Flirt some more, that's a choice, and this could go somewhere sexy...

"Lesson two," he says as he decides, shifting his weight ever so slightly, "iiiis-!"

--and he flops himself, back on the bed, stretching in his back, chest puffing out as he enjoys it.

"--we like to catch some rays and relax!" he finishes. "Mmmm! Listen to the waves, Inigo!"

There's the temptation to make a comment about how there's no real rays to catch here.

But it feels too much like breaking the magic of this moment. Instead Inigo tries to shut off that part of his brain as quickly as he can - putting a smile on his face once it manages to break through the daze, and then just moving to lay back alongside Tidus on their bed-turned-into-something-that-looks-like-a-beach-towel.

.. an oversized beach towel, but still. These projectors can only work so much magic here.

"Now that's got to be a lie."

Inigo is still smiling as he says it though, like he's more fond and amused than anything else. He closes his eyes once he's fully on the bed, a hand resting on his stomach.

"I don't think I've ever seen you stay still for more than ten seconds." (And that's being generous.)

"Hey! Liar." Inigo gets a nudge of an elbow, a thwap of a hand for his shameless lie. "Give me a beach and sun for real, and I'd be doing this there, right now!"

Which he's only doing because - unlike Inigo's picture of him he's trying to create - he really doesn't want to do much. Even pretending to catch rays that aren't there is better than the thought of getting up and doing things. At least the projector also comes with the light acoustics of beach-y sounds.

"Roland's gonna be the guy who's up, thinking about getting stocks and whatever else paperwork he can make up. And the people serious about team chores or cooking in the kitchen. Who cares about any of that?"

Not this guy, slipping his hands behind his head.

".. guess I can't deny that."

After all, both of them know Roland way too well at this point. That guy somehow doesn't know how to relax even when he's brought to an island meant for relaxation - which means he's even worse than Inigo. And technically Roland didn't even spend time in a postapocalyptic world like him that could have birthed trouble with taking breaks like it did for Inigo!

He lets out a little amused sound, turning his head - but only moving that part of his body - to look at Tidus as he speaks up again.

"Did you know I had to drag him around back on that island to actually get him to take a break?" Because Naga knows Roland would have been looking around for.. for clues, or he would just have started working on some team management, or whatever. He was about to do so back there! Inigo saved him from the most cruel of fates!

"Didn't we both?" There's a huff, a glance from the corner of his eye at Inigo without turning his head. "Remember, ditching him with Saku - Lord Gyousou? And us running off with Taiki? Man - talk about a lifetime ago!"

A lifetime when Lightning was still around; when he'd barely been around on the train, just after his second mission. ...a time when Yuna was still around. The last month she was.

He bends his knees, eyes up on the ceiling.

"You know, other than the weird vision stuff? That was my favourite stop. It wasn't as...strange, as that recent stop we took. Aquafir. Being around people on holiday, being the same as them, but we're not even supposed to be there?"

Too strange.

There's a lot Inigo could say. That he's not sure how he feels about that stop, because sharing this most awful and vulnerable memories with Gyousou of all people, someone he looked up to, was absolutely miserable. Because he saw a vision of himself being executed right as the train stopped there, and it haunted him the entire time, even as he was going along with everyone else's shananigans. Even as he was trying to pretend so hard that he was okay.

But he doesn't want to say it. Doesn't want to ruin this moment. As long as other people are happy with something, especially someone as important to him as Tidus, then it's fine, isn't it? He can celebrate that, no matter his own experiences.

"I'm glad you liked it," he instead says, turning his gaze back up to the projection of the blue sky and the sun. "I'm really not surprised you'd like just being on a beach the most of all. That's where you belong, mister beach guy."

It wasn't perfect for Tidus, either. It didn't have a lot great, the ending of it leading to the eventual breakdown that had him in despair following Yuna's departure - he wouldn't want to go back to those days, but an island, just where they could be themselves without the flair of regular life-

"Hey, we had a good time too, right? Remember ditching Gyousou and Roland-" a smile twists into a grin- "and then, when we agreed to make bread? We got so many berries - there's still a bunch in my arms!"

Because they were always for Taiki, but shh, he can have Taiki rations on him, alright!

"You think berries were the highlight?"

That's totally not what Tidus is saying here - or at the very least, it's definitely not the main point of what the other is saying, but it's a small, playful thing to zoom in on. He knows that the berries have more worth to them for what they mean to Taiki than for what they are for the two of them specifically.

And they are still a better thing to focus on than all of the things that straight up haunted him on the island.

(Please let Gyousou be back home and okay somehow. Please, please..)

"I thought that when looking back on the best moments there, you'd at the very least go for the ultimate hot springs battle." You know, when Roland tried to boil them. Fun times.

Tidus scoffs loudly. "And him coming in thinking we were making out?" Flirting, making out, whatever - the memory is enough to get Tidus punching the air, even half-kicking up a leg to remember that whole embarrassing event. "That guy! What's memorable about that? He always has the worst timing - and when he made us go through all the candy we grabbed during Della's spooky party. It was free candy! That anyone could take!"

Has this now become a Complain About The Old Man Roland session? Yes, it sure has, Tidus apparent offence to these events being stifled by the humour in his retelling, the grin on his face.

At least he remembers something to turn his head to Inigo, remind him, face no less cheery: "Me and Taiki taught you swimming there."

See? So many good memories.

Inigo won't object to this Complain About The Old Man Roland session when it's entirely accurate criticism. Just leave it to Roland to let his mind carry him away entirely while just seeing the two of them hanging out in the hot springs together..

But it's the latter part of what Tidus says that gets Inigo to turn his head towards the other, staring for a moment, his eyes a little wider than a moment before.

.. he slowly starts to smile, though. Especially when he turns his head to look up at the ceiling-turned-sky again.

"I liked that part." There's something soft about the way he admits it, like it really is a fond memory he treasures in his heart.

"But it doesn't even matter that we were on an island for that. As long as I'm with you guys, I like being anywhere. Even when we're trying to herd strange animals in the middle of the jungle, or bickering over food on floating islands."

"Sure," Tidus can agree with that sentiment, "but it's nice when the world isn't falling down around us."

Despite the negatives that came with the one island, it technically wasn't a mission - just a grievance, to everyone who had to suffer it what it shared, forced. The parts that Tidus isn't focusing on, head tilted back, eyes on the ceiling too. Thoughts of 'ifs' just in his focus, but none he wants to voice out loud.

If they could be anywhere they wanted--

If they could be normal for a while--

If they could be whoever they wanted to be.

He lets his eyes close, rocking his head a little, a sigh quietly exhaled.

'I wonder how Spira's doing,' is what he wants to say, but instead goes for a subject safer.

"Think we should keep bothering the train again? Now that it's answering us."

There's a hum from Inigo's side. It's most likely a hum of agreement, though it's at first hard to tell without any words elaborating on it. His eyes are momentarily closed too, the smile on his face fading just a little bit.

"Anything in particular you want to focus on right now?" It usually works a little better when they send in multiple messages about one particular thing, right..? Though even that is no guarantee with how weird the train can be about their requests. "Or do we just throw everything at it at once?"

"First things first," Tidus says, then falls into a silence where he now has to think. For some people that comes first, but not this guy.

"We tell it..." Dot dot dot... "...it sucks."

Also not what this guy is doing: taking his day off as seriously as the subject might give the impression of. But he does grunt, as if relenting to unspoken rejections to his suggestion.

"Okay, okay, uh... ask it more about how we end up here? Where our bodies end up? We're not actually in the void or something, right?"

Right? He does squint at the ceiling, his brain in no state to be thinking - especially when it comes to science mumbo jumbo.

If Inigo thinks that the usage of the word bodies in combination with Tidus's.. let's call it 'unique state of existence' is awkward at all, he doesn't show it. Instead he just seems to think for a moment with his eyes closed like that, slowly breathing in and out.

"Sure. Though the answer to that might end up being so complicated that we'll have to ask Senku to take care of it."

You know, because they sure aren't the big brained boys over here. Inigo's a mature enough guy to admit that!

A big brained answer, huh... if there's a threat of that-

"...Should we have the memoris on us to take pictures of the screen, in that case? I'm not gonna write anything down before it leaves."

Especially under that threat. It'll be gone before the time Tidus's had time to whip open his notebook, most likely.

"Are you sure that will work?"

Not that Inigo hasn't seen before what the Memoris is capable of, it's just--

"I saw a movie here on the train where someone kept taking pictures of things, but then when he looks at the pictures, the stuff he wanted to take a picture of didn't show up on them!" Inigo sounds weirdly excited as he explains it, even sitting up with energy, like he thinks he's managed to unlock some knowledge about modern technology without anyone having to tell him.

.. without realising that maybe horror movies aren't exactly always rooted in reality.

"Huh? ...was it a good movie?"

Sure, he could point out how real life isn't the same as movies, but that sounds like an interesting plot piece for a movie. Let's take a second from train plots to talk about movie plots, Tidus watching Inigo as he waits.

"Huh?" Look at these intelligent boys, just echoing 'huh' back and forth at each other.

It's just that Inigo didn't see that question of all possible questions coming after what he just said! Which means he has to reign in his brain for a moment, trying to figure out the answer to Tidus's question, rather than continuing to think on the track he was heading down.

"Well, it got kind of scary. A ghost eventually started showing up on the pictures, and then they started playing all this scary music, and I didn't stay to watch more."

Dealing with a zombie apocalypse? Sure. But he will not submit himself to a movie trying to make him nervous, thanks! He's perfectly capable of causing that all on his own!

Well guess who's looking disappointed now. He's tempted to ask Inigo if he caught the name of the movie, but does Inigo know that most movies have names? Ugh- Tidus gives up on the thought (but not the disappointed expression).

"Well, even if that happens somewhere, it doesn't with the train ICPs - that's how I got the picture of your mom for you. So we'll be able to get the text too."

Easy, no problem. Why would the ICP screens mess up now when they didn't last time?

Because it's Halloween now, Tidus! It's the spooooky month.

Not that Inigo knows that. Or would ever know that. Hence why he just slowly nods. Surely Tidus knows more about the way the Memoris works than Inigo does.. or even more than the all-knowing movies do, perhaps!

".. sure, let's ask it that then."

With the Memoris ready.

Though Inigo pauses for a second, and then adds: "But right now I'm still too comfortable to move."

They can do it later, right?

There's a plan. A lazy plan of action, in that talking and having the memoris out isn't a lot of work. But also work Tidus isn't raring to do either, so the moment he thinks about Inigo's problem of comfort is only that, and more for Tidus deciding something.

Which is to shuffle onto his side facing Inigo, an arm extending out.

"Then lay back down so I can use you for a pillow."

A hugging pillow. Listen to how semi-grumpy he sounds that he even needs to ask! If you're going to be lazy too, then let him cuddle against you.

Tidus doesn't have to ask more than once. All he has to do is use the word 'pillow' and Inigo is in. Please, usually he has to be the one to beg Tidus for cuddles. If he's getting them here and now so easily, he's not going to complain about anything. Not about him being the pillow, not about the tone Tidus says it with.

Instead he just does lay back down virtually instantly, touching his own chest with his fingertips for a moment, like he's putting it on display.

"Are you saying you want to rest your head on my manly broad chest?"

(Keep on dreaming about the specific qualities of your chest, Inigo.)

"You wish." The arm curls around that chest though, from one end to the other, tucking in where it can. Tidus then, ever so picky and particular as he can be, bosses at Inigo - "Scoot up" - to get his back to his chest.

Like a pillow he can grab and hold onto. ...or more like a plush toy than pillow, maybe - a job for Inigo Junior - but nevermind the details. Who needs fluff or toys when you can have a guy who likes cuddling to play the part instead?

"This sucks as a beach."

Grumble mumble complain complain.

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