[ They're so goofy. There's a mood lost from before, a mood that's likely to return, but right now might be shining through the two of them as they are: ridiculous, clumsy - as a pair of good friends.
Nothing about Tidus ever feels confident, but when Inigo remarks on his pants, and he slides his hands around to their rim: ]
You just like having my hands on you.
[ It's teasing, dumb sounding to say (what kind of friend cares about that?), but Tidus doesn't move his hands anywhere but to the buttons and strings that fasten them together, tugging at them after as he takes a noticeable glance down. ]
Not big on underwear, are you? [ Heeehh. He pushes his hand down between his legs, able to do nothing really but fumble with his touches as he inches out his own legs again, as if trying to slowly shuffle them as wide as he can get- ] What if I just messed with you like this?
no subject
Nothing about Tidus ever feels confident, but when Inigo remarks on his pants, and he slides his hands around to their rim: ]
You just like having my hands on you.
[ It's teasing, dumb sounding to say (what kind of friend cares about that?), but Tidus doesn't move his hands anywhere but to the buttons and strings that fasten them together, tugging at them after as he takes a noticeable glance down. ]
Not big on underwear, are you? [ Heeehh. He pushes his hand down between his legs, able to do nothing really but fumble with his touches as he inches out his own legs again, as if trying to slowly shuffle them as wide as he can get- ] What if I just messed with you like this?