( Jingyi ends up frowning too, though he looks from Tidus, to the box, to Inigo, then back to Tidus. )
We didn't hit some kind of culture thing, did we?
( you know, the things he keeps running into. maybe Tidus has an even more complicated form of gift giving on his world than the reciprocal acknowledgment ones Jingyi knows. his brow furrows a touch, and he pales, leaping to a very dumb conclusion, asked in confusion: )
We didn't propose on accident or something, did we?
( it's a part jest, part horrified say it isn't so. maybe time's too intimate a thing?!? or maybe Tidus has some other thought going through his head--Jingyi can't say, but even he has that same sense of something being Not Swell, and he'd frankly trust Inigo's perception of it before his own. )
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We didn't hit some kind of culture thing, did we?
( you know, the things he keeps running into. maybe Tidus has an even more complicated form of gift giving on his world than the reciprocal acknowledgment ones Jingyi knows. his brow furrows a touch, and he pales, leaping to a very dumb conclusion, asked in confusion: )
We didn't propose on accident or something, did we?
( it's a part jest, part horrified say it isn't so. maybe time's too intimate a thing?!? or maybe Tidus has some other thought going through his head--Jingyi can't say, but even he has that same sense of something being Not Swell, and he'd frankly trust Inigo's perception of it before his own. )