[ It's going so perfectly. The soft whimper that gives tingles along Tidus's skin, that low shy voice matching the face close to his vision, but difficult to really appreciate. But he likes it anyway, the rubbing of their noses--
Tidus startles. The tiniest hitch in his throat, the hands holding Inigo's squeezing, lips pinching together. He wasn't expecting it, and it's an overreaction; an overreaction he'll play off, hurrying to reply. ]
Well-- this one right now. This one's cute.
[ oh gosh, what is he doing, he's got this, right (he ain't got this)
(why did inigo have to start rubbing noses with him!!!) ]
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Tidus startles. The tiniest hitch in his throat, the hands holding Inigo's squeezing, lips pinching together. He wasn't expecting it, and it's an overreaction; an overreaction he'll play off, hurrying to reply. ]
Well-- this one right now. This one's cute.
[ oh gosh, what is he doing, he's got this, right (he ain't got this)
(why did inigo have to start rubbing noses with him!!!) ]