[ Tidus doesn't mean to come off any one way. If any, he'd want to think he comes off casual, unaffected, but Tidus has never been great at completely masking his feelings. The pout on his lips, chewing on the inside of his cheek; to him, he's just making his resting face, obviously.
But Inigo reads him better, even if Tidus doesn't agree as they walk through the door - or as Inigo tugs him inside, a colour of light next to the boring wall he'd been casually viewing. Smiling, but Tidus is ready to protest that accusation, before his lips are put to another use.
And then - Tidus knows there's a reference being made here, but his mind stays a muddled mess as Inigo pulls away, trying to figure out how to respond, and quick. ]
I-- Sure?
[ Got it.
(does this mean inigo's going to kiss him again...!) ]
[ It means exactly that, since Inigo draws him in for another kiss.
If only most things in life were as easy as earning kisses from Inigo. Then again, he's quite eager to kiss Tidus - the butterflies in his stomach tell him as much every time their lips meet - so it's not like he needs much of an excuse to do so, no matter how good of an excuse Tidus's cute face when he responds so hastily is.
He lingers a bit longer this time too. Taking the lead this time, gently tugging on Tidus's (perhaps still faintly pouty) lower lip.
It lasts long enough that Inigo feels a little out of breath when he finally does pull his head back. ]
Um, if you want more, you should tell me.. Or-- Or maybe we should set some boundaries. On all of this, I mean. [ On what they're doing here. Especially since Inigo wants to know what Tidus wants out of this - he's very well aware of his own feelings, and that they don't fit as neatly into this situation. ]
[ It's the most uncoolest he sounds, but Tidus can't help it. When Inigo kisses him again, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and tugging it like that, it warms his skin that the less heated air started to cool. Or is it his nerves, the rush of them alighting in his body?
This isn't how it felt back in the spa pool. It's a different kind of feeling, than when he had taken the lead before. Now that Inigo's doing it...
Ah--but wait. Boundaries? ]
Um- [ Tidus looks around him, searching, though it's inside his own head he should be doing that. This isn't where he can just start kissing at Inigo, is it? But for the clumsy moment, Tidus makes up his mind to go to his bed, using their joined hands to lead Inigo over (wondering if he should let go, but then he isn't sure how Inigo would take it, so--).
His shoes kick off before they climb on the bed, folding under him; facing the space set for Inigo to take. A hand pushing through his hair.
Right. Talking. ]
Soo...kissing's cool, right? [ --ugh, he wishes he hadn't already dropped his hand from his head. Time to lace them together, to stop himself from fidgeting. ] Uh...
This is just between you and me, right? I mean, you can kiss other people if you want - it doesn't have to be just me!
[ Not that Inigo's confidence makes him believe people want to, but he wants to be clear here!! ]
[ Yeah, look at Inigo over here. Smoothly letting himself being lead along to the bed. Smoothly taking off his shoes. Smoothly sitting down on the bed, and totally not internally vibrating and screaming over the fact that they're actually talking about this.
He and Tidus are sitting on a bed together. And talking about kissing.
Inigo is mentally freaking out so much about the thought that it registers a moment too late with him that the other guy is actually talking to him. ]
I-- No, it's just between us! I'm not.. I don't have anyone else I want to kiss.
[ Which is the truth, but for a moment the thought slips through Inigo's mind that shit, maybe that made it a little too obvious that he's feeling a little more here-- but then he realises it could also just be interpreted as him not being interested in anyone here at the moment.
Right? Right. Hopefully. Maybe he should just quickly speak on to distract from it. ]
But is it.. Is it something you'd want to do more often? I mean-- I.. never mind doing this. [ If that isn't obvious, even with his ultimate flustering over here. He puts his hands on top of Tidus's, either to make the other guy stop fidgeting, or to keep himself from fidgeting in the first place. ] And.. you know. Why go without if we don't.. have to? Does that make sense..?
Ah, Inigo's hands are on his. Should he do something with them? Tidus lets his thumbs slip out rest over the hands now there; second guessing the move (like he is everything right now), but ultimately leaving them there, telling himself not to think about it.
And let him not think about it by waving both his and Inigo's hands up some in his hurried answer. ]
That makes sense to me! That's cool! That's what you asked back in the pool, didn't you?
[ Didn't he? ...he can't really remember a lot before the kissing, now.
ANYWAY. ] Kissing's fun! So... we can keep kissing, and if one of us doesn't want to, we'll back off. And we'll stop altogether if we don't want to do it anymore.
[ That's reasonable. Nothing Tidus would really imagine they'd need to voice, but might as well if they're talking about this like proper adults (!!). ]
[ Inigo is truly amazed at the casual way Tidus is talking about this with - not realising at all that on the inside, not even all that deep down, the other guy is feeling exactly like him right now. Everything feeling like it's jittery, a feeling somewhere between excitement and nerves as they explore this new territory.
But right now it does seem to him like Tidus says this so easily. Like it is just that easy. Like it's been that easy all along.
Not that it's a bad thing, if it really means Inigo can just get all the kisses he wants. ]
That sounds-- good. Really good. [ He adds the last two words a little hastily, as if he was worried that his initial 'good' didn't sound convincing enough. ] Kissing is fun, and.. um, I know I tend to get slightly freaked out on days the train stops at a platform, so doing it on those days might.. help? Or.. at least be nice? [ The suggestion is done kind of shyly, since Inigo still feels weird about just being able to ask for this now. Something he's wanted for so long, even if it's not quite all the way, as far as he wants it to go.
[ He doesn't mean it in any particular way, how the word - both a question and surprise - hangs in the air for the moment that it does. The raised eyes, how he looks at Inigo as he digests the request.
And then a smile slipping on his face, their hands (that he's still holding, don't mind him) being taken down by his knees as it grows. ]
We're setting up make out appointments? When do we start? When the train hits the platform? After?
[ He shuffles forward, towards Inigo. Not up to anything, how about we knock knees, bro?? ]
[ Inigo whines. After maybe being the one to make it weird by setting up a make out appointment in the first place. But calling them that is just..
Well, whatever it is, it's enough to make Inigo's cheeks glow a bright red as he looks down at their downward moving joint hands rather than Tidus's face - the latter is much more daunting to look at, after all.
Especially now it's this close. And now Inigo knows he can just go ahead and kiss it if he'd want to, earlier barriers taken away. ]
Maybe.. after? Or. Um. I don't know. [ The way he speaks is obviously shy, but he's trying! He doesn't just want to fully clam up here, no matter how flustered he feels. ] Maybe you want to go out on the platform? I've been avoiding that for a while already now, so any time is fine with me..
[ Is it a bit too mean to tease Inigo this early on? But Tidus gets exactly what he wants, that flushed and embarrassed face shyly hiding itself from him. He rubs his thumbs once against the skin of Inigo's hands, this odd hold they have on each other right now. ]
So we find each other. Then what do we do? [ Maybe when Inigo's like that, he won't notice Tidus leaning his head in, slowly. Like he's creeping up on a rather distracted prey... ] Do we give each other a signal? A look? [ Voice lowering, thickening sweetly. ] Do we have a secret code we say, then sneak off back in here?
[ He's pushing further than he should, he knows, but he's got his reasons: to get that face to look up. ]
[ He definitely doesn't notice. Inigo is way too busy being distracted by a lot of things here. By how much Tidus is making their makeout moments sound like some sort of secret and dangerous rendez-vous, and how much that flusters him.
And the one way he can handle that is by staring at their hands. So focused. Not even noticing the way Tidus is getting closer at all.
But the other just keeps going, and Inigo's flustered feelings reach just enough of a limit that he can't help but raise his head again, blushing fiercely as he finally looks right at Tidus. ]
[ Even with some initial goal in what he was going for, Tidus wasn't suspecting - or even considering the need of it - the flirtatious angle he falls into, the daring hold of his eyes that are just as playful and him. A flutter in his heart, and he can't deny that all he wanted, wants, was to rile Inigo up -- make him see that they don't need to be so specific.
Was that it? Whatever the point is now, he closes the distance of their faces so close that their noses might be what kiss, head tilted, looking from under his eyelids.
Then, very softly, but not inaudible: ]
You can squeeze my hand and make a cute face to say you wanna kiss me.
[ There's a soft sound from Inigo. A near whimper, though maybe not as a protest, but more just since he's feeling so weak right now. If he already thought Tidus was attractive before - and he sure did - then this is a whole new level of making him feel weak in the knees as he looks into the other's eyes.
So close to his own now. ]
You'll have to let me know which faces are cute first. [ A bit softer now. Still obviously flustered (and maybe taking Tidus's words a little too seriously in an innocent and gullible way), but maybe Inigo is aware that raising his volume isn't exactly ideal when the two of them are this close right now.
And he isn't about to make them less close. No, instead Inigo is leaning in a bit more, their noses gently rubbing together now. ]
[ It's going so perfectly. The soft whimper that gives tingles along Tidus's skin, that low shy voice matching the face close to his vision, but difficult to really appreciate. But he likes it anyway, the rubbing of their noses--
Tidus startles. The tiniest hitch in his throat, the hands holding Inigo's squeezing, lips pinching together. He wasn't expecting it, and it's an overreaction; an overreaction he'll play off, hurrying to reply. ]
Well-- this one right now. This one's cute.
[ oh gosh, what is he doing, he's got this, right (he ain't got this)
(why did inigo have to start rubbing noses with him!!!) ]
[ There's something ironic in the simultaneous panic that goes through their minds at that very moment. Because while Tidus is just getting startled and flustered for a moment, Inigo does pick up on the slight signs of the reaction. And his mind, in turn, immediately starts freaking out whether he did something wrong or not, if he's being too forward, if he's not doing what Tidus expected--
Clearly there is only one way to solve this problem, right? And it's not through words, because that way he may just muck things up even more. Or just once more.
So instead of saying anything, Inigo leans in a little further, pressing their lips together.
THERE. Now it's better, right!! This is what Tidus wants, isn't it!! ]
The lips are a mysterious welcome; shouldn't be, since didn't he just invite them over? But Tidus's brain isn't quite working to begin with, overreactions slowly fizzling to an understanding--of oh, lips.
And he accepts the kiss, eyes closing for the time that it's there. Or the time that he lets it be, being the one to withdraw, if slowly. Without pressure, his thumbs massaging the side of Inigo's left hand. ]
...you can ask, [ he finally says; what he's been meaning to say, through all his goofing. ] Whenever you want to.
[ This time it's Inigo who feels a little disappointed when the kiss ends. Sweet lips pulling away from his own, leaving him close to Tidus still, staring at the other shyly. ]
Always?
[ It's a soft, questioning word. Almost innocent in its nature, really, with how earnestly he seems to be asking Tidus this. His hand shifts a little, but then, as if realising he'll lose that nice feeling of Tidus's thumbs spinning circles on his skin, the movement of his hands stops right away. ]
I.. I mean-- You can ask me whenever too! [ It's sputtered quickly as a follow up to his own question.
As if the content of that statement wasn't obvious enough yet, with how eagerly Inigo has been reacting to all these kisses and affection. ]
[ A puff of laughter, light off Tidus's tongue, sounds as he leans back his head some from Inigo too, just so he can better see the other guy. His cheeks warm, wondering--isn't he being a bit too soft after all? A little too -- much, for what they're meant to be. ]
Sure! I just mean...you know. [ His fingers flex a little, not pulling away from Inigo's hands, but loosening some in their grip. ] We're having fun, so there's no reason to treat it so serious. And...
[ He waves their hands once, like an idle thing, nothing serious. ]
I'm not really gonna complain if you say you wanna hang out and make out some days. [ He can't help the chuckle at how that sounds, adding after a beat with a tugging grin: ] Think we should get more magazines?
[ Honestly, maybe it's a little easier like this. Treating it so lightly. It convinces Inigo to at least try to not think about it so hard, especially when Tidus's tone shifts like that, and he brings up magazines of all things. ]
So you want to hang out, make out, and read magazines. All at the same time. [ He manages to match his tone fairly well with Tidus's own, despite it being an even bigger shift for Inigo.
His cheeks still betray his bashfullness, but he manages a small laugh. ]
I guess that doesn't sound like a bad way to spend the time.
At this rate, the two of us are just going to end up filling up the library with comics and magazines. [ Not that it's a bad end result, really. Who wants boring books with way too much text and way too little pictures? ] .. though I'm not sure anyone would be all that interested in a magazine about ferrets.
[ Now his hands are finally free, Inigo can't quite resist moving one up to lightly touch his lips. Sorry, he still can't quite believe all that just now was an actual thing that happened. Did he really get all those kisses? Is he asleep or something? ]
What other topics do you think may be interesting? [ May as well start planning their magazine collection for their make out sessions 'hanging out periods'. ]
[ Does he have to touch his lips like that? It's distracting-- Not that Tidus can help himself wondering if he's doing that because of him, a smug satisfaction small, but felt.
He should focus on the conversation instead of making any cheeky remarks, shouldn't he. ]
What's wrong with ferrets? They dress nicer than most of us. [ Respect the Ferret. ] You can get more of your dancing magazines. I bet you can get more of the same series if you used the twenty-five points to buy a bunch at once - that's what I did for the comics I got.
--oh! [ Oh! He looks beyond Inigo's head, or semi-attempts it, before waving a hand to the cubby holes in the wall behind him. ] That reminds me, is there a book there? Magazine-sized?
[ He's speaking about the one with six men with well-toned bodies on the front in black and white, a beautiful moment of dance captured. It reads The Ballet of Giyuin over the top. ]
[ If Inigo was capable of using multiple braincells right now, he'd probably realise that it's the book Tidus mentioned earlier this month - back when they were picking up Inigo's dancer outfit among other things in the luggage carriage.
But his single braincell is still very much occupied by going through the memory of everything from a few moments ago, so he doesn't make the connection.
What Inigo does do though is reach out when he sees something vaguely in that shape. Grabbing it, pulling it towards him--
And that's when he sees the cover. And stops. Just.. staring at it. Not even necessarily a bad kind of staring, but there sure is a whole lot of staring going on here. (If you know what I mean.) ]
[ look at how you can see every line of muscle at work bro ]
A book. [ He's got a little smile on his face, watching Inigo. That stunned expression that he knows is going to last a while, and Tidus lets himself appreciate it by being slow to continue.
But, eventually- ]
Take a look. You told me men dancers don't get appreciated the same as women.
[ But in that book is a story, amidst a collection of beautiful, large photographs: a ballet performance about six young men, connected by fate and music. It's far more colourful on the inside, packed with emotion. Quietly intense, bursting with character; each dancer expresses themselves well, and the camera work them. ]
And too many beautiful dancers to stare at. Inigo is mesmerized by the book still even as Tidus speaks up, even as Inigo actually opens it up to idly browse through it a little. At least he does slowly seems to catch on as to what's going on here. ]
It's.. a book about male dancers? A whole story about them? [ As if it's just something normal? ] That's..
[ Inigo's voice trails off, but he doesn't continue. He doesn't even look up from the book, as if he just can't. As if his gaze is absolutely glued to it now. ]
It's about...some kinda play? [ He thinks. Tidus flipped through, but he didn't read too intently at what was in the book (he just looked at the pictures).
But that's not what's most important here, he knows. Even if it's the book that Inigo can't tear his eyes away from now, a sight that's endearing. ]
You can get more books like this. Books on male dancers, books with photos. You can see guys doing and enjoying what you do too. You don't have to feel like a rarity.
[ Embrace it, enjoy it. Tidus knows what it's like to see media of your favoured passion all around you -- and what it's like to lose it, lately. Inigo deserves to know what it's like, to have more of the things he likes. ]
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But Inigo reads him better, even if Tidus doesn't agree as they walk through the door - or as Inigo tugs him inside, a colour of light next to the boring wall he'd been casually viewing. Smiling, but Tidus is ready to protest that accusation, before his lips are put to another use.
And then - Tidus knows there's a reference being made here, but his mind stays a muddled mess as Inigo pulls away, trying to figure out how to respond, and quick. ]
I-- Sure?
[ Got it.
(does this mean inigo's going to kiss him again...!) ]
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If only most things in life were as easy as earning kisses from Inigo. Then again, he's quite eager to kiss Tidus - the butterflies in his stomach tell him as much every time their lips meet - so it's not like he needs much of an excuse to do so, no matter how good of an excuse Tidus's cute face when he responds so hastily is.
He lingers a bit longer this time too. Taking the lead this time, gently tugging on Tidus's (perhaps still faintly pouty) lower lip.
It lasts long enough that Inigo feels a little out of breath when he finally does pull his head back. ]
Um, if you want more, you should tell me.. Or-- Or maybe we should set some boundaries. On all of this, I mean. [ On what they're doing here. Especially since Inigo wants to know what Tidus wants out of this - he's very well aware of his own feelings, and that they don't fit as neatly into this situation. ]
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[ It's the most uncoolest he sounds, but Tidus can't help it. When Inigo kisses him again, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and tugging it like that, it warms his skin that the less heated air started to cool. Or is it his nerves, the rush of them alighting in his body?
This isn't how it felt back in the spa pool. It's a different kind of feeling, than when he had taken the lead before. Now that Inigo's doing it...
Ah--but wait. Boundaries? ]
Um- [ Tidus looks around him, searching, though it's inside his own head he should be doing that. This isn't where he can just start kissing at Inigo, is it? But for the clumsy moment, Tidus makes up his mind to go to his bed, using their joined hands to lead Inigo over (wondering if he should let go, but then he isn't sure how Inigo would take it, so--).
His shoes kick off before they climb on the bed, folding under him; facing the space set for Inigo to take. A hand pushing through his hair.
Right. Talking. ]
Soo...kissing's cool, right? [ --ugh, he wishes he hadn't already dropped his hand from his head. Time to lace them together, to stop himself from fidgeting. ] Uh...
This is just between you and me, right? I mean, you can kiss other people if you want - it doesn't have to be just me!
[ Not that Inigo's confidence makes him believe people want to, but he wants to be clear here!! ]
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He and Tidus are sitting on a bed together. And talking about kissing.
Inigo is mentally freaking out so much about the thought that it registers a moment too late with him that the other guy is actually talking to him. ]
I-- No, it's just between us! I'm not.. I don't have anyone else I want to kiss.
[ Which is the truth, but for a moment the thought slips through Inigo's mind that shit, maybe that made it a little too obvious that he's feeling a little more here-- but then he realises it could also just be interpreted as him not being interested in anyone here at the moment.
Right? Right. Hopefully. Maybe he should just quickly speak on to distract from it. ]
But is it.. Is it something you'd want to do more often? I mean-- I.. never mind doing this. [ If that isn't obvious, even with his ultimate flustering over here. He puts his hands on top of Tidus's, either to make the other guy stop fidgeting, or to keep himself from fidgeting in the first place. ] And.. you know. Why go without if we don't.. have to? Does that make sense..?
[ Sweet Naga, is he making it weird?! ]
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Ah, Inigo's hands are on his. Should he do something with them? Tidus lets his thumbs slip out rest over the hands now there; second guessing the move (like he is everything right now), but ultimately leaving them there, telling himself not to think about it.
And let him not think about it by waving both his and Inigo's hands up some in his hurried answer. ]
That makes sense to me! That's cool! That's what you asked back in the pool, didn't you?
[ Didn't he? ...he can't really remember a lot before the kissing, now.
ANYWAY. ] Kissing's fun! So... we can keep kissing, and if one of us doesn't want to, we'll back off. And we'll stop altogether if we don't want to do it anymore.
[ That's reasonable. Nothing Tidus would really imagine they'd need to voice, but might as well if they're talking about this like proper adults (!!). ]
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But right now it does seem to him like Tidus says this so easily. Like it is just that easy. Like it's been that easy all along.
Not that it's a bad thing, if it really means Inigo can just get all the kisses he wants. ]
That sounds-- good. Really good. [ He adds the last two words a little hastily, as if he was worried that his initial 'good' didn't sound convincing enough. ] Kissing is fun, and.. um, I know I tend to get slightly freaked out on days the train stops at a platform, so doing it on those days might.. help? Or.. at least be nice? [ The suggestion is done kind of shyly, since Inigo still feels weird about just being able to ask for this now. Something he's wanted for so long, even if it's not quite all the way, as far as he wants it to go.
But just this much is already so much. ]
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[ He doesn't mean it in any particular way, how the word - both a question and surprise - hangs in the air for the moment that it does. The raised eyes, how he looks at Inigo as he digests the request.
And then a smile slipping on his face, their hands (that he's still holding, don't mind him) being taken down by his knees as it grows. ]
We're setting up make out appointments? When do we start? When the train hits the platform? After?
[ He shuffles forward, towards Inigo. Not up to anything, how about we knock knees, bro?? ]
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[ Inigo whines. After maybe being the one to make it weird by setting up a make out appointment in the first place. But calling them that is just..
Well, whatever it is, it's enough to make Inigo's cheeks glow a bright red as he looks down at their downward moving joint hands rather than Tidus's face - the latter is much more daunting to look at, after all.
Especially now it's this close. And now Inigo knows he can just go ahead and kiss it if he'd want to, earlier barriers taken away. ]
Maybe.. after? Or. Um. I don't know. [ The way he speaks is obviously shy, but he's trying! He doesn't just want to fully clam up here, no matter how flustered he feels. ] Maybe you want to go out on the platform? I've been avoiding that for a while already now, so any time is fine with me..
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So we find each other. Then what do we do? [ Maybe when Inigo's like that, he won't notice Tidus leaning his head in, slowly. Like he's creeping up on a rather distracted prey... ] Do we give each other a signal? A look? [ Voice lowering, thickening sweetly. ] Do we have a secret code we say, then sneak off back in here?
[ He's pushing further than he should, he knows, but he's got his reasons: to get that face to look up. ]
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And the one way he can handle that is by staring at their hands. So focused. Not even noticing the way Tidus is getting closer at all.
But the other just keeps going, and Inigo's flustered feelings reach just enough of a limit that he can't help but raise his head again, blushing fiercely as he finally looks right at Tidus. ]
D-Do we really need any of that?!
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[ Even with some initial goal in what he was going for, Tidus wasn't suspecting - or even considering the need of it - the flirtatious angle he falls into, the daring hold of his eyes that are just as playful and him. A flutter in his heart, and he can't deny that all he wanted, wants, was to rile Inigo up -- make him see that they don't need to be so specific.
Was that it? Whatever the point is now, he closes the distance of their faces so close that their noses might be what kiss, head tilted, looking from under his eyelids.
Then, very softly, but not inaudible: ]
You can squeeze my hand and make a cute face to say you wanna kiss me.
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So close to his own now. ]
You'll have to let me know which faces are cute first. [ A bit softer now. Still obviously flustered (and maybe taking Tidus's words a little too seriously in an innocent and gullible way), but maybe Inigo is aware that raising his volume isn't exactly ideal when the two of them are this close right now.
And he isn't about to make them less close. No, instead Inigo is leaning in a bit more, their noses gently rubbing together now. ]
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Tidus startles. The tiniest hitch in his throat, the hands holding Inigo's squeezing, lips pinching together. He wasn't expecting it, and it's an overreaction; an overreaction he'll play off, hurrying to reply. ]
Well-- this one right now. This one's cute.
[ oh gosh, what is he doing, he's got this, right (he ain't got this)
(why did inigo have to start rubbing noses with him!!!) ]
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Clearly there is only one way to solve this problem, right? And it's not through words, because that way he may just muck things up even more. Or just once more.
So instead of saying anything, Inigo leans in a little further, pressing their lips together.
THERE. Now it's better, right!! This is what Tidus wants, isn't it!! ]
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The lips are a mysterious welcome; shouldn't be, since didn't he just invite them over? But Tidus's brain isn't quite working to begin with, overreactions slowly fizzling to an understanding--of oh, lips.
And he accepts the kiss, eyes closing for the time that it's there. Or the time that he lets it be, being the one to withdraw, if slowly. Without pressure, his thumbs massaging the side of Inigo's left hand. ]
...you can ask, [ he finally says; what he's been meaning to say, through all his goofing. ] Whenever you want to.
[ Whenever they want to. ]
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Always?
[ It's a soft, questioning word. Almost innocent in its nature, really, with how earnestly he seems to be asking Tidus this. His hand shifts a little, but then, as if realising he'll lose that nice feeling of Tidus's thumbs spinning circles on his skin, the movement of his hands stops right away. ]
I.. I mean-- You can ask me whenever too! [ It's sputtered quickly as a follow up to his own question.
As if the content of that statement wasn't obvious enough yet, with how eagerly Inigo has been reacting to all these kisses and affection. ]
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Sure! I just mean...you know. [ His fingers flex a little, not pulling away from Inigo's hands, but loosening some in their grip. ] We're having fun, so there's no reason to treat it so serious. And...
[ He waves their hands once, like an idle thing, nothing serious. ]
I'm not really gonna complain if you say you wanna hang out and make out some days. [ He can't help the chuckle at how that sounds, adding after a beat with a tugging grin: ] Think we should get more magazines?
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So you want to hang out, make out, and read magazines. All at the same time. [ He manages to match his tone fairly well with Tidus's own, despite it being an even bigger shift for Inigo.
His cheeks still betray his bashfullness, but he manages a small laugh. ]
I guess that doesn't sound like a bad way to spend the time.
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[ Get a light nudge on the hand, Tidus finally freeing them from their forever hold. ]
Plus, magazines are fun right? And we can get comics too. We'll let the rest of the train read 'em when we're done.
[ Because Tidus doesn't want a hundred magazines sitting around their cabin. ]
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[ Now his hands are finally free, Inigo can't quite resist moving one up to lightly touch his lips. Sorry, he still can't quite believe all that just now was an actual thing that happened. Did he really get all those kisses? Is he asleep or something? ]
What other topics do you think may be interesting? [ May as well start planning their magazine collection for their
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He should focus on the conversation instead of making any cheeky remarks, shouldn't he. ]
What's wrong with ferrets? They dress nicer than most of us. [ Respect the Ferret. ] You can get more of your dancing magazines. I bet you can get more of the same series if you used the twenty-five points to buy a bunch at once - that's what I did for the comics I got.
--oh! [ Oh! He looks beyond Inigo's head, or semi-attempts it, before waving a hand to the cubby holes in the wall behind him. ] That reminds me, is there a book there? Magazine-sized?
[ He's speaking about the one with six men with well-toned bodies on the front in black and white, a beautiful moment of dance captured. It reads The Ballet of Giyuin over the top. ]
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[ If Inigo was capable of using multiple braincells right now, he'd probably realise that it's the book Tidus mentioned earlier this month - back when they were picking up Inigo's dancer outfit among other things in the luggage carriage.
But his single braincell is still very much occupied by going through the memory of everything from a few moments ago, so he doesn't make the connection.
What Inigo does do though is reach out when he sees something vaguely in that shape. Grabbing it, pulling it towards him--
And that's when he sees the cover. And stops. Just.. staring at it. Not even necessarily a bad kind of staring, but there sure is a whole lot of staring going on here. (If you know what I mean.) ]
Wha.. T-Tidus, what's this?
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A book. [ He's got a little smile on his face, watching Inigo. That stunned expression that he knows is going to last a while, and Tidus lets himself appreciate it by being slow to continue.
But, eventually- ]
Take a look. You told me men dancers don't get appreciated the same as women.
[ But in that book is a story, amidst a collection of beautiful, large photographs: a ballet performance about six young men, connected by fate and music. It's far more colourful on the inside, packed with emotion. Quietly intense, bursting with character; each dancer expresses themselves well, and the camera work them. ]
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And too many beautiful dancers to stare at. Inigo is mesmerized by the book still even as Tidus speaks up, even as Inigo actually opens it up to idly browse through it a little. At least he does slowly seems to catch on as to what's going on here. ]
It's.. a book about male dancers? A whole story about them? [ As if it's just something normal? ] That's..
[ Inigo's voice trails off, but he doesn't continue. He doesn't even look up from the book, as if he just can't. As if his gaze is absolutely glued to it now. ]
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But that's not what's most important here, he knows. Even if it's the book that Inigo can't tear his eyes away from now, a sight that's endearing. ]
You can get more books like this. Books on male dancers, books with photos. You can see guys doing and enjoying what you do too. You don't have to feel like a rarity.
[ Embrace it, enjoy it. Tidus knows what it's like to see media of your favoured passion all around you -- and what it's like to lose it, lately. Inigo deserves to know what it's like, to have more of the things he likes. ]
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