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Mm, you know, platform days...

[ Or so Tidus is mumbling, in that 'you know' way; how everything gets thrown off-kilter, but also not. So it goes for Tidus, never quite knowing how to settle or get back into the groove.

But then there's lips against his, another in his space, near his face; the latter staying longer than the former before they both leave, Inigo tending back to his flowers, a man doing nothing out of the ordinary.

If he's going to do things like that, can't the flowers wait? But it spurs in Tidus a recollection, a subject he's wanted to touch on; and the desire to say something cool and suggestive bumbles around in his throat, the words not quite there.

He takes a few steps in the direction of their room, facing away from Inigo, but lingers there. Hesitating.

Then- ]

When you're done, can you meet me back in our room? There's something I want to talk to you about. --Later, [ he adds quick, looking back. ]

Promise, nothing bad.

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[ There's a curious little sound when Tidus first speaks up. A slight 'hm?' from Inigo as he looks up from the flowers, turning his head to stare over where Tidus has already moved further away from him.

It's immediately followed by the threat of anxiety starting to swell up within him - as it always does, especially when someone says something so.. relatively omnious, no matter how innocent Tidus's intentions behind it might be.

Thank Naga that he adds the last part. Inigo blushes a bit, as if realising the other knows him well enough to know he has to quell any anxiety after saying something like that. ]

.. really nothing bad? [ Inigo says, as if he needs just that tad bit more reassurance. ] You promise?