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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.

That's why there's absolutely no objections to any of this. Because Inigo has finally won his position back from Inigo Junior. This is what he wanted all along - to be the plush toy in this hug equation, no matter their positioning.

So Tidus is free to boss Inigo around as much as he wants. Inigo tries to move along while making himself comfortable as well, practically curling up against Tidus while he's being held like that.

Then, once he's sure he's comfortable, he just hums with a smile on his face. Like he's thinking, but obviously the kind of thought where a joke inevitably follows.

"I don't know. This is the beach with the best beach guys I've met so far."

"Oh? Poor Taiki!"

Tidus sing-songs the name almost, a laugh in his throat. Nevermind that Taiki isn't what you would describe as a beach guy, but-! "After he taught you swimming - bet it'd be a lot better with him in here."

Which he speaks like truth, but at the same time, Tidus knows it wouldn't be exactly the same. Is that for reasons of nerves, though? Of embarrassment, being this comfortable with another guy, the brush of sexuality that doesn't come up when they're with Taiki. But he isn't going to dismiss or throw the guy out - and the reality of a real beach surrounding them.

"Second best," Tidus offers. "And then Gyueran's beach iiis...somewhere way back."

With far too many fiends.

"Aw, come on."

Inigo smiles as he says it though, no part of that 'aw' genuinely upset. He's not going to get all fussy for Gyueran's sake, okay. Not even if it offers him good seafood.

"I bet that place is much nicer when it's not absolutely crawling with monstrous sealife. Maybe we'll end up being sent back there one time for a vacation when the world isn't busy ending over there, and it'll turn out to be a really great beach." It's only a possibility though - and a very unlikely one at that. What are the chances of that actually happening? Inigo has been on this train for about a year now, and how many vacations has he had? Only about three, and they only lasted for a few days at best.

".. though I will admit to not being the best beach judge, since I've never even been to the beach back in Ylisse."

"Okay, okay," Tidus concedes, for Gyueran's benefit. "It's hard to think about that beach without remembering anything crawling around it 24/7. The train let us stay for a lil' while after that mission, but I couldn't enjoy the water at all - I thought crabs were gonna come out and pinch at me all the time!"

Not fun. But he did enjoy the kids, getting to teach them ball games. Wonders about them, now and then...

He hums, a thought that drifts away.

"Wonder what the beaches are where you are like? You can get really rocky beaches... never been around many of them." He pauses. "You should ask Roland about the beaches where he's from though, right? That's where you're heading. Not a very beachy situation," or in one where you'd want to enjoy the beach.

Inigo, too, wonders what the beaches are like back in Ylisse. He's seen a few different ones now thanks to traveling all over the place with the train, and yet it still doesn't make him sure of what they would look like back there. What would make them similar, what would make them different.

But he's paused in the thought by the extra part the other guy adds on.

"Do you really think Roland knows what a beach looks like in his world?"

Inigo feels like it would be a small miracle if he had ever been to one. It's not as if Inigo's own father had time to just lounge around on the beach back home, and Roland must have been a workaholic even before the guy ever became president.

".. I guess maybe he saw one before on a screen."

(Look, Inigo doesn't know how to differentiate all these weird screen-y technology things, so he's just going to say 'on a screen'. Pick a screen, any screen, it works.)

"Maybe." Listen to these people, not looking outside and having an ocean waiting for them nearby. But it's not so bizarre to Tidus by now, a world so far from water. Fortunately, 'a screen' works to his ears, putting on a believable picture. "I bet he knows where the ocean is, anyway. You can know that kind of stuff - 'information at your fingertips'." Oooo, how advanced.

"I know there's a view of the sea near the Kingdom he ended up. Evermore? I saw it in the book I got of it."

That book that he forgot up to this book that he ever ordered. But hey, he totally flipped through it once!

".. do you think he ever went to the beach there?"

Probably not, since from what it sounds like everytime they do force some facts about himself out of Roland, he's been pretty much throwing himself into constant work there too, ever since he showed up in that odd other world..

But there's a shot. He was traveling with other people, after all. They met Tani, no matter how briefly, and she did seem like the fun type. Maybe the type who would drag Roland out there.

But who knows.

Inigo shifts a little, tilting his head so his smile is visible to Tidus, even from their cuddling positions.

"Maybe he's just lacked people in his life who call him an old man and drag him around, regardless of his own protests." Yes, he's mostly refering to Tidus. Not that Inigo hasn't done the same for Roland to an extent, but Inigo truly believes no one can match the other guy when it comes to excitedly dragging people around and getting them into stuff.

"You don't know! The prince-king guy there was pretty young too. Between him and Tani? I bet they went to the beach once!"

There's a chuckle in the belief, a nudge that follows from Tidus's arm onto Inigo; the bump of a foot against the back of Inigo's leg, just because he can. Two guys in a resting position, but maybe one not entirely looking to stay still at this moment.

"I'm not the only one who knows how to have fun. A kingdom has to be busy though, so I don't imagine it was a lot. But they moved around the place - maybe they got to go on a boat."

He then hums, tilting his head into the pillows.

"Mmm... going on a boat would be nice."

That's very much like Tidus. Mention a boat, and he's immediately dreaming away about it. Even when it's he himself who's mentioning the boat in the first place, apparently!

But Inigo understands why. He gets the appeal. Tidus grew up on a boat, after all. It's like home to him.

He hums, the sound vibrating in his chest and against Tidus's skin. "What's the first thing you'd want to do if we went on a boat?"

Oh. This subject might be a good one by the way he squeezes his arm around Inigo, closing himself in.

"Are we controlling the boat?" Trick question, he decides the answer. "I'd want us to ride out in the middle of nowhere! Or...just some ways out." That's also good. "Then...we can go swimming, or hang out on the deck! Listen to the waves, some music... and just... hang out!"

Simple, easy. Enjoy themselves with the sound of the waves and sea. Move and go wherever they like - do whatever they like. Who needs to do anything on a boat if they don't want to? That was the pleasure of being in Zanarkand, on his houseboat.

And, also a plus: "You can get to anywhere from a boat too. Pretty cool, huh? You wanna go another side of an island - then just do it!"

Magical.

Inigo lets out a soft laugh.

"You really know how to sell these things."

Though it's not even that that Tidus really is doing here, is it. The excited tone and the way he comes even a bit closer to Inigo seems all genuine, like they just come into existence the moment Tidus even thinks about going around on a boat. About freedom, and the sea, and doing what he wants.

If only there was an actual point to having a boat here, Inigo would have spent all his points on it just to see the other this happy.

"Though I guess traveling that way doesn't sound so bad.. Just a few people on a boat have got to have a whole lot more space than all these people on this train, huh?"

"Boats aren't that big," Tidus explains. "Or, not the one I was thinking of. But it's not really about how big the boat is itself, y'know? It's about everything else."

An everything else he has to lay and think about for a few seconds, the outline of Inigo's face within his view. The ends of his fingers lightly brush against the blankets.

"Having the world around you, knowing you can move as you please... being in control, and being able to go outside?"

There's a small huff, a scoff that doesn't escape his throat.

"The void's real bad with 'going outside'."

"Wow."

There's a pause, and then it's repeated, as if for emphasis: "Wow. First you promise me fun boat adventures, and next you tell me that the boat isn't that big?"

Please, Tidus! Though every single hint of offense in Inigo's tone is obviously just mock offense, just him joking around with the whole thing - especially since he does receive the main point that Tidus is trying to make here, but he doesn't want the other to sink into the lack of control hole that this train is so good at dumping people into.

"I thought you'd at least arrange the absolute biggest boat possible to go around with an actual prince."

"If a smaller boat's good enough for me, it's good enough for a prince!"

Bold takes coming from this blitzball player, but Tidus speaks confidently, not about to back down (in this very safe environment of putting a prince on his level). It comes with another nudge to Inigo's shoulder, but this time by Tidus's hand, a friendly slap, and Tidus shifting to lay on his back. His mood for cuddling is apparently now over. He is a free man, in his tiny houseboat fit for any prince or king.

Or blitz ace.

"Who wants a big boat anyway? Then you have to watch out where the stern is, that it isn't hitting into anything."

N-NO.

Curse you, joke! How could you take Tidus away from him, just when Inigo was getting ultra comfortable in the middle of this cuddling?! There's a definite whine on Inigo's part the moment he realises that he's losing all of this physical contact, and he doesn't even bother to hide it.

Tidus is such a cruel god.

"Am I not getting cuddles anymore because of that?" Bro. Bro!! Look, if they're being in a relatively comfortable mood, then Inigo doesn't feel really bad about openly whining about it like this. Especially since it's just the two of them here, anyway. "Is a pal who doesn't know what a stern is not good enough for you to hold?"

Is that it, bro. Is it his lacking knowledge of boats? He can change, bro!!

"Huh?" It's a confused sound, a puff of laughter too. Objections he didn't know he was going to receive, but he probably should have been wiser.

Still: "What? I stop hugging you for five seconds and you complain? You come here then, I wanna lay this way!"

Because apparently, Tidus isn't over with being bossy about how they lay in bed, about as still in bed as he is in life. And if Inigo wants to cling on, then he'll have to turn over and get clinging.

Speaking of clinging. "You ever heard of barnacles?"

No reason for asking, bro.

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