[ There's a mumble, hard to make out, though it faintly sounds like 'you could say that again' as Inigo rolls over, managing to mostly untangle himself from Tidus. Instead he finds his stomach against the floor. ]
I'm not going to be able to get up for real this time.
[ He's sore, okay! And not just as a joke, he can slowly feel it starting to set in!
Which makes laying here on the floor not exactly the most comfortable of positions.
At least Inigo doesn't sound miserable as he's saying it. Sure, he might not be laughing the way Tidus is, but his statement sounds more like an observation than a complaint. ]
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I'm not going to be able to get up for real this time.
[ He's sore, okay! And not just as a joke, he can slowly feel it starting to set in!
Which makes laying here on the floor not exactly the most comfortable of positions.
At least Inigo doesn't sound miserable as he's saying it. Sure, he might not be laughing the way Tidus is, but his statement sounds more like an observation than a complaint. ]