[ Inigo's touch tickles him without the humour. The way it sticks to you, senses high and skin alight. It's a lot, what a simple touch, and Tidus rests his head against the smooth of Inigo's shoulder, running his own hand down along the length to his waist, meeting water. ]
You can't make fun of me if I get things wrong, [ he jokes, as light as a joke can be conveyed. Head lifting again to tilt into the side of hair, rubbing gently into it. ] Guys are a lil' different from girls.
[ A lot different.
Or maybe not, not really. There's still a mouth that he can kiss, a body he can hold, and he turns his face to Inigo's, planting a kiss on his cheek. Another higher, another by his temple...
He doesn't even think about it until he's done, and he wonders, looking back at Inigo, a furrow to his brow. ]
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You can't make fun of me if I get things wrong, [ he jokes, as light as a joke can be conveyed. Head lifting again to tilt into the side of hair, rubbing gently into it. ] Guys are a lil' different from girls.
[ A lot different.
Or maybe not, not really. There's still a mouth that he can kiss, a body he can hold, and he turns his face to Inigo's, planting a kiss on his cheek. Another higher, another by his temple...
He doesn't even think about it until he's done, and he wonders, looking back at Inigo, a furrow to his brow. ]
Uh-- am I being...too soft?