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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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...
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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..!