Tidus is looking at him, searching his face; not for a truth (Tidus knows what the truth is), but to put the pressure on him. He might not even look Tidus fully on, but that's fine. Tidus will be putting his fork onto his plate, and then making that plate disappear - away, inside his arms band.
(His smoothie, too.)
"Alright then," he starts, voice feigning acknowledgement. "--Then I guess you really don't want to do anything. I'll just be in our room."
He's stood up, pausing as he puts his hands on the table to get his leg over the bench seating. Eyes on Inigo, a rise in the ends of his lips.
"I won't be getting up to anything. Save relaxing." A beat. "I won't see you?"
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Tidus is looking at him, searching his face; not for a truth (Tidus knows what the truth is), but to put the pressure on him. He might not even look Tidus fully on, but that's fine. Tidus will be putting his fork onto his plate, and then making that plate disappear - away, inside his arms band.
(His smoothie, too.)
"Alright then," he starts, voice feigning acknowledgement. "--Then I guess you really don't want to do anything. I'll just be in our room."
He's stood up, pausing as he puts his hands on the table to get his leg over the bench seating. Eyes on Inigo, a rise in the ends of his lips.
"I won't be getting up to anything. Save relaxing." A beat. "I won't see you?"