[ There is a pause, where Tidus considers what Inigo is saying proper... ]
Isn't that because Roland is old?
[ ...but ok, look, he had to, look at his grin. Tidus returns his attention back to that shoulder, raising his hand, and he strokes it over the skin where the bite mark had been so prominent. But, there's not even bumps...! ]
I don't have a clue, but-
[ But there's something far more important, his eyes settling on Inigo's, his hand resting on the curve of Inigo's arm. ]
How do you feel about it? [ It's a sincere question, one where he even tries not to sound any particular way about it other than curious. Though, he can't rid the soft curves of his mouth, the hope that Inigo might be pleased deep down. ]
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Isn't that because Roland is old?
[ ...but ok, look, he had to, look at his grin. Tidus returns his attention back to that shoulder, raising his hand, and he strokes it over the skin where the bite mark had been so prominent. But, there's not even bumps...! ]
I don't have a clue, but-
[ But there's something far more important, his eyes settling on Inigo's, his hand resting on the curve of Inigo's arm. ]
How do you feel about it? [ It's a sincere question, one where he even tries not to sound any particular way about it other than curious. Though, he can't rid the soft curves of his mouth, the hope that Inigo might be pleased deep down. ]