[ At least he says it jokingly, but he does feel it, a little. Would Inigo like his music? Tidus closes the door first before he joins Inigo, climbing on the bed, letting a leg dangle off the side. There's a colourful blanket over the top that wasn't there before, but otherwise, there isn't much else on display. ]
Do you listen to anything?
[ He's pulled out the earpieces from his hoodie pockets and into his hands, but he's delaying handing one of them over, waiting for Inigo's answer first. ]
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[ At least he says it jokingly, but he does feel it, a little. Would Inigo like his music? Tidus closes the door first before he joins Inigo, climbing on the bed, letting a leg dangle off the side. There's a colourful blanket over the top that wasn't there before, but otherwise, there isn't much else on display. ]
Do you listen to anything?
[ He's pulled out the earpieces from his hoodie pockets and into his hands, but he's delaying handing one of them over, waiting for Inigo's answer first. ]