The lips are a mysterious welcome; shouldn't be, since didn't he just invite them over? But Tidus's brain isn't quite working to begin with, overreactions slowly fizzling to an understanding--of oh, lips.
And he accepts the kiss, eyes closing for the time that it's there. Or the time that he lets it be, being the one to withdraw, if slowly. Without pressure, his thumbs massaging the side of Inigo's left hand. ]
...you can ask, [ he finally says; what he's been meaning to say, through all his goofing. ] Whenever you want to.
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The lips are a mysterious welcome; shouldn't be, since didn't he just invite them over? But Tidus's brain isn't quite working to begin with, overreactions slowly fizzling to an understanding--of oh, lips.
And he accepts the kiss, eyes closing for the time that it's there. Or the time that he lets it be, being the one to withdraw, if slowly. Without pressure, his thumbs massaging the side of Inigo's left hand. ]
...you can ask, [ he finally says; what he's been meaning to say, through all his goofing. ] Whenever you want to.
[ Whenever they want to. ]