[ Inigo's gaze settles on him, and Tidus hums, first sounding like a simple agreement that then drags out into uncertainty, uncertainty into playfulness. He looks back up at the ceiling, feeling the smile on his mouth turn silly. He could answer honestly, he could joke, but he can't decide between the two, becoming this goofy mess beside Inigo instead. ]

I guess it's okay. [ He kicks his feet up, shoes still on his feet, just to bend his knees. His answer even playfully simple, just for fun. A light chuckle escaping his throat. ] No more climbing out of bed. Or hiding snacks in your bed.

[ He turns his head, smile showing teeth in what's near to a grin. ] You're gonna try searching for the ladder first morning.

[ Heehhh. ]