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That is quite possibly the most dangerous question Inigo has ever heard come out of Tidus's mouth. And that's saying a lot, considering the sorts of questions he's already had to live with at this point, over all these months.

But this one definitely tops the list. Enough so that Inigo isn't too sure how to answer it. He knows the honest answer, sure, but is that something he wants to give Tidus when it might give the other a little bit too much power? Even though Inigo is sure the other wouldn't abuse it in actual serious situations, they both know how mischievous Tidus can be.

.. on the other hand, isn't it only fair for Inigo to give his friend a much-deserved ego boost when Tidus is doing something right? A-Argh, being too nice for your own good is hard, okay..!

Inigo's gaze has basically darted all over the room before it finally lands on Tidus again, extremely shy.

"W-Well, I'm pretty sure not everything you say that way is going to be sexy.."

But the way Inigo's voice trails off seems to suggest that there is a lot that definitely could be sexy. An entire world of possibilities.

Talk about issuing a challenge.

Which there is an inkling in Tidus to do, a desire to test it out with something like, suck your dick like it's candy or along those lines. But also, he would have to live with those words afterwards, and he's not quite that level of shameless.

But the wheels in his head are turning, and if Inigo is still on the bed with him, Tidus with his legs off the side, ready to get up, then he'll lean himself against Inigo; a hand coming to rest on his farther thigh, eyes on Inigo, a smile creeping along lips. He moves the hand, just to brush the side of it to the dick being restrained behind fabric.

"Well," he starts, in that voice, "then I guess I'll have to do a good job to turn you on."

"Okay!"

Inigo says that, and then immediately jumps up from the bed, shaking off that touch in the process. Not that he doesn't want it - no, that's actually the entire problem! He does want it, and this is so not the time if they first have to make their way over to the shower.

"Okay, that's enough!"

He's frantically pacing around the room to find where he discarded his shirt now, to put that on as well.

"I'm trying to get to the bathroom without letting the entire train you're turning me on..!" It's the sort of statement that would be followed by a 'dude!!!' if Inigo were the type.

As things are now, it's just followed up by Inigo's beet-red face.

He's got so much power!!!!!!

And he's relishing in it, more so for the reaction itself, how flustered Inigo is, than what can be done with it in the future. What can he say? He's a simple guy who loves that expression on his pal there. Tidus stands up, hands resting atop his shoulders.

"Okay," okay!, "No more 'til the shower. Wear a hoodie."

The suggestion comes with a lilt to it, playful and unable to resist, and likely suggesting the obvious. Tidus does the same however, his purple one easy to bring out from his arms; not needing to hide anything to the same extent as Inigo, but let's call it solidarity.

But he is feeling playfully frisky, and seeing what else he can say to make Inigo whine. He might have to be careful about how much he touches him during everything...

The look that Inigo gives Tidus can probably be best described as half-desperate - even aside from how flustered he still looks, anyway. Like he's really begging the other to keep himself to that, no matter how tempting. It's not even like the shower is that far away, but what if Tidus says something in the hallway and someone just happens to pass right by them at that moment?

It'll be over. Inigo will be absolutely dead.

But he does take out his own hoodie as well, pulling it over his head and tugging it down..

.. and then even pulling the hood up over his head, like he's trying to attempt the way his face is the shade of a tomato.

"T-There," he mumbles, clearly flustered. "Can we go now?"

It's uncomfortable being this hard for too long, b-bro..!

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