[ Why does it feel like he's being trapped here? Somewhere between the words and the fact that the hands are taken from his face, taking away his secure little hiding place and leaving his flustered face on full display as he stares at Tidus like a deer in the headlights of a truck, Inigo really can't help but feel like this is a trap he's being lured into.
Or rather, that he's already been lured into. And now there's no escape with Tidus holding his hands like that. ]
Are.. Are you even going to give me a chance to say no?
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Or rather, that he's already been lured into. And now there's no escape with Tidus holding his hands like that. ]
Are.. Are you even going to give me a chance to say no?