[ Tidus chucks off the cushion to fit himself in, squeeze between one sofa and Inigo. 'It's not too uncomfortable?' Inigo asks, and Tidus can't help the small laugh that comes out of him. ]
It's like being stuck on those beds again! [ And how the two of them would always have to squish up on those. He's got one arm trapped directly under him, while he lets the other flop out across Inigo's chest. ]
We're all gross and messy.
[ Pointed out with a grin, and Tidus is feeling much the same as he did on the night they first jerked each other off: naked and exposed, in two very different ways.
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It's like being stuck on those beds again! [ And how the two of them would always have to squish up on those. He's got one arm trapped directly under him, while he lets the other flop out across Inigo's chest. ]
We're all gross and messy.
[ Pointed out with a grin, and Tidus is feeling much the same as he did on the night they first jerked each other off: naked and exposed, in two very different ways.
...and more likely to get a neck cramp, here. ]
Think we'll get kicked out like this?
[ please stop blabbering, Tidus. ]