This is the kind of everyday that Tidus enjoys. The utter arguing over nothing, and Tidus could end it easily, but where would be the fun in that? When he wants to laugh when he's accused of avoiding the subject. What's even the subject, really? His face? His face making a face.
He knows he has Inigo distracted from reality entirely; glancing his way, then turning back to his food, shuffling some onto his fork.
"I know some good ways of distracting you."
There's a tone to it, a suggestion; that could simply be cheeky, or the kind of cheeky that's for the bedroom. Even a guy like Inigo will know which Tidus is implying, or so he hopes - but maybe he'll rub his leg against Inigo's, under the table, just in case.
(It's daring, he knows, but it just sounds like their normal goofing around, doesn't it? He might even get Inigo to go quiet, like this.)
no subject
He knows he has Inigo distracted from reality entirely; glancing his way, then turning back to his food, shuffling some onto his fork.
"I know some good ways of distracting you."
There's a tone to it, a suggestion; that could simply be cheeky, or the kind of cheeky that's for the bedroom. Even a guy like Inigo will know which Tidus is implying, or so he hopes - but maybe he'll rub his leg against Inigo's, under the table, just in case.
(It's daring, he knows, but it just sounds like their normal goofing around, doesn't it? He might even get Inigo to go quiet, like this.)