[ Inigo's shadow casts down over him, not hiding the expression on his face; puzzlement not having time to exist beyond the first few seconds before Inigo speaks, and everything about the innocence in all of this being extinguished like a flame, heart pausing in his chest.
There may be nerves on Inigo's end, an awkwardness, a note not delivered as he tries, but it sinks into Tidus with a sharp blade, the implications and positioning working to make his mind go places, his heart to find its beat again, and even lower than that--
Is that what Inigo means? --he shouldn't be thinking with his dick right now, should he? Why is he even thinking with his dick in the first place...!? ]
Oh. [ Oh. It's about as best as Tidus can manage to get out, his gaze keeping on Inigo, his hands coming to rest on the forearms by his head, none of him knowing what to do, what to say.
Except, in his own awkward state, stilted- ] No. They can't.
[ (He just means kissing, he reminds himself. It's just kissing.
But maybe there's a tiny voice in him that wants him not to.) ]
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There may be nerves on Inigo's end, an awkwardness, a note not delivered as he tries, but it sinks into Tidus with a sharp blade, the implications and positioning working to make his mind go places, his heart to find its beat again, and even lower than that--
Is that what Inigo means? --he shouldn't be thinking with his dick right now, should he? Why is he even thinking with his dick in the first place...!? ]
Oh. [ Oh. It's about as best as Tidus can manage to get out, his gaze keeping on Inigo, his hands coming to rest on the forearms by his head, none of him knowing what to do, what to say.
Except, in his own awkward state, stilted- ] No. They can't.
[ (He just means kissing, he reminds himself. It's just kissing.
But maybe there's a tiny voice in him that wants him not to.) ]