voidtreckerexpress | [open / +a mingle activity for younger characters!] sports + food = good lyfe

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[open / +a mingle activity for younger characters!] sports + food = good lyfe

Who: Tidus & You!
Where: Kitchen carriage, dining, wherever he gets teleported to, and sports gym!
When: Quicksand 1 - 6 (before mission time)
What: Cooking, teleporting, and a kid-teen friendly exercise/obstacle course!
Warnings: Should be none!

1. cooking, morning and dinner ( p-p-p-pancakes and panfried meals)

You know what Tidus wants to do?

He wants to cook.

And what a good month to have that urge, with Purple on meal duties. He doesn't usually bother to take charge in the kitchen for chores, sticking with helping out if he's interested. But this time? Why not. They've got new foods, with enough of a selection that he goes for it: writing down his name for a breakfast and dinner shift after going through the ingredients, and making a call later over the ICPs:

"Hey, Tidus here! I'm cooking for breakfast tomorrow. If any newbies don't know how the kitchen works, or you just wanna cook some food, come 'n' help out - I'm thinking pancakes, smoothies, and pan frittata for breakfast."
For dinner, it's the same set-up, Tidus inviting others to join him for whatever reason, just with a different menu: fish and veggie skewer bites, pan-fried rice with vegetables and meat, and even squash and pineapple fried up with a few veggies.

a: cooking

Whichever time you'll meet him, he'll be found in the kitchen, readying the ingredients and the pans he'll need. He's got a bud in one ear playing music that he hums along to, so you might need to speak up to get his attention. But he's got a good view of the doorway, and will usually give someone he sees a 'Sup!' or 'Morning!' - depending on the time, of course.

Are you here to learn a few things? Do you just want to help out? Or maybe you're just here because you are = Tidus will accept any and all reasons, so long as it doesn't include intentional disasters.

b: it's eatin' time

There's a giddiness that comes with the apprehension of having enough, but surprisingly, it works out. Tidus is skilled at making more than he needs to, and it shows by the spread set out on the end of the dining table close to the kitchen. Oats have been set out, fresh sliced fruits (strawberries, banana, apple, and more), an oatmeal bake of pineapple and cinnamon, yoghurt, and bowls to pick and mix the selection from.

There's also the promised pancakes, and some slices of frittata - a meaty version with turkey bacon mixed in, but a veggie variety too. Tidus will come out to top up the heated food when it's getting low, or you can come into the kitchen to let him know - or even come in, and try out the smoothie maker they have set ready too.

(Don't worry, there's plenty of fruits and vegetables left for the month.)

Truthfully, he's nervous on the inside, both for breakfast and when dinner rolls around, and he hangs around the kitchen just in case. But you know he'll play it cool when and if anyone comes inside during eating times, smiling, and definitely not in a 'oh man I hope everything's okay' way.

2. your very own dreamboy (teleporting shenanigans)

There's more than just food to worry about, though. Since Praeus, some of Tidus's Diagad powers have started to show themselves, with somewhat positive results. The ability to show up around whoever wants him near, or who he asks - pretty handy, and it hasn't been messing up too much since he's started practising.

Life won't let him keep that up.

Because all it takes is a stray thought, either from Tidus or anyone else; not even anything deliberate, but just thinking about him gives him a feeling. Like someone is talking to him, and he thinks to answer them, turning his head to respond--

And he's gone from wherever he was - the sports gym, sitting in bed, sitting in a chair - and appears wherever that person was. And the feeling they receive from Tidus is much the same. Did they just hear Tidus? Feel him? -- now he's right there, usually toppling over something or walking straight into places that shouldn't be walked (and if there's something in the way - you bet you're hearing an 'ouch!' as he knocks unfortunate body parts.)

And it only gets worse, when Allen's bad luck power just makes him show up around random people without any stray thought.

(help)

3. a teen and younger obstacle course

Link leads to its own top-level available for younger characters to tag and do activities! Older folks allowed for teaching moves and w/e, if they're supporting the younger folks.

Toplevels:
Molly Hayes
Madoka Kaname - Bow and Arrow
Ken Amada - Spear fighting
Little One/Buttercup
Peter Parker - Chaperoning
Ple Two
Roland Crane - Swordfighting

Feel free to message me over journal or at blitzoff if you have questions or want to plot!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh, Inigo knows what he's doing. Teasing what he's saying, making him sound dumb - like he's shy, immaturely so, that he can't say the word sex and it has nothing to do with where they are.

He throws Inigo an unimpressed look; though, it rather looks like he's sulking with that pouty lower lip than anything to be concerned about.

"Since when did you get so cocky?" Poking at him this way, trying to get him worked up. Who does he get it from! Tidus never treats him this way! "You wanna invite anyone with us?"

Is that it, bro?? You want to invite more people to this conversation??

He pauses, and the expression on his face fades a little as he does. Only a little though - which means he's still smiling, but in a way that's softer now, rather than anything that seems even remotely close to a smirk.

"Aw, come on." Even that sounds gentle - though it'd be easy to take it in any other way, given what Inigo said only moments before. "I didn't mean it that way."

Since Tidus is starting to bristle now, making Inigo worried that he perhaps pushed the other a little too far. And it's not like he wants to make Tidus feel bad.

"I'm just excited."

He gets the idea that Inigo's pulling back, a reaction that makes him feel bad for his response, expecting a more confident result. but probably making Inigo feel guilty. Tidus looks away, lips rolling together as he tries to find what to say.

"Yeah," he says with weight - I can see that. Pausing as he struggles with the right words, then huffing, exaggeratedly, throwing Inigo a more put on look.

"Do I get to finish my food first, mister?"

He jabs a fork into his food, but then bumps his leg against Inigo's. Huh? Can you wait that long, bro?

Look, he's doing his best here with this careful balancing act! Trying to not make Tidus too upset, and also trying to make himself not too flustered, since that'd make him retreat right into full on shyness..

It's hard. It's so hard when you're Inigo, and your heart is the size of a baseball, yet soft like a peach.

"If you want to," he says, the careful result of said balancing act. There's a smile on his lips, and when he feels that leg against his own, he's so going to play footsy under the table here. Don't mind that foot rubbing gently against your own, Tidus.

"I think I can wait.. But not too long."

Says the guy who still has so much food in front of him too. Please, Inigo.

Footsy is a good sign in Tidus's opinion, a smile fighting on his lips trying to keep an indifferent state. But he's failing, the silliness of their discussion. Acting like coy virgins, or something.

"Oh yeah?" Nudge, nudge. "We have the walk back to the cabins, too. All that way - y'think you're gonna make it?"

Are you going to perish, Inigo? It's no less silly than before, but that's the fun of it. He porks his fork over on Inigo's side, scooping up a small part of his rice.

"We might need to put this food away for later, if you're really suffering."

He huffs, a small scoff at that.

"Uh," Inigo starts. Stretching out the word in a way that's obviously just meant to be dramatic, as if Tidus said something truly offensive just now. Something that has to be corrected instantly.

"I've already been alone all day. Because someone insisted on making this much food all day long!"

.. that's definitely exaggarating the exact time Tidus has spent in the kitchen, but.. you can't blame a guy for being dramatic in the face of this challenge, right?

"Do you even realise how long I've been holding out already?" Inigo simply says. Like this is some sort of natural daily need. Like he might die if he goes without for too long.

The exaggeration does get a laugh out of Tidus, short as it is, Tidus looking at him with a grin.

"If you were that lonely, you could've come and helped me cook!" He nudges him, elbow to elbow. Then he lowers his voice, not to a whisper, but from the level it rose to. "It sounds like to me you like waiting."

He turns his head away, to emphasise: "Sounds like I should keep you waiting - how about we meet up next week?"

Because saying 'how about we do it' is a little too obvious, in case anyone's listening.

There's only one way this could end.

Okay, maybe there are two ways this could end, because there's always the possibility of Inigo whining like a needy dog. It's something that can happen in pretty much any situation, regardless of even this specific context.

But it's not what happens here. No, what happens here is the inevitable other option.

The one where Inigo calmly pricks his fork into a piece of food, brings it up to his mouth, chews calmly and thoroughly before swallowing it and saying, as calm as a cucumber:

"Sure."

It's the possibility of gay chicken. Of course.

"Let's do it next week." As he says it, he's even pulling his feet back from the footsy going on underneath the table.

Are they doing this? They sure are.

"Alright," Tidus replies as calmly as Inigo, his own leg tucking back to his own side. "I've got other things to do, anyway - play a few games, think about important business. Numbers. Papers and stuff."

Tidus didn't have to go with the 'boring stuffy file man' route, but sometimes, you let your mouth just lead you down a path, and you stick with it. For maybe five minutes.

"I don't have time to be doing other things with my mouth."

He definitely waited for a second before coming out with that.

"Papers?" The word doesn't leave Inigo's mouth with surprise, but with amusement. He knows what Tidus is doing here, after all - and it's not entirely unsurprising. Inigo sure didn't expect the other to already break at the first step of this.

He was prepared for this to be more of a match than that.

"Come on, Tidus, what's that all about?" No, it's not disappointment in his voice because of that. It's definitely the amusement of someone who's calling out bullshit here. "I don't think I've ever seen you touch even a single piece of paper."

Inigo isn't really wrong, and Tidus can't be bothered to go too deep into that act, but also:

"I write more than you do!" He's still going to bicker, 'cause that's who he is. "When's the last time you did any writing, huh? You know how to hold a pen?"

Yeah?? Let's see what you say about that!

Heh. Heh!!

"They don't have pens where I come from!"

Gotcha, bro! Of course it's more natural for you to write than it is for him when his handwriting is that fancy for a reason. Said reason being that writing is much more only an official activity where Inigo comes from. You know, with fancy quills and all.

"Instead I thought that you were the one always making fun of Roland for the fact that he loves to write and record everything." Don't even pretend, dude. He's heard those jokes so often now! "And now you're suddenly really interested in doing the same thing? Just because someone's leaving you hanging for a bit?"

Can't believe you're bringing out the semantics on him, bro. Bro!

But what's more offensive is that latter part, a small huh! scoffed out.

"You're leaving me hanging? You're the guy who was begging for it a minute ago." Remember? Because Tidus does, leaning his head forward. "'You're not joking when you say that, are you? I'm weeeakk, Tidus...'"

Totally word-for-word what Inigo said.

"I was joking."

Look at that. Inigo actually manages to say that with a straight face, rather than crumbling under the pressure right away.

Maybe he's getting somewhere in life after all.

"What?" He says, tilting his head sideways very slightly. Oh-so-innocently. "Are you saying you couldn't tell?"

"You were joking."

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?"

Please.

Please.

Tidus would get away with this, if it wasn't for one thing. One thing that stuck out so much to Inigo that he can't help but drag it back now, even as he's still sitting there, staring at the other - while Inigo himself doesn't make even a single motion that looks like he's leaving just yet.

"I thought you said you have some paper stuff to take care of?"

Are you going to do that in their room, bro? Where there's no place to write?

"Relaxingly doing paperwork." Hah, see! You didn't catch him out, he has no qualms about saying the most ridiculous things. He's done it all his life! And now he's straightening up.

"Gotta update my spreadsheets and audit my audits." No shame, as he throws words together, let them and Inigo's brain work to make any sense out of them. Tidus pats the other guy on the shoulder as he moves behind him. "You have fun! It'll just be me and a hundred piles of paper. See ya!"

He drags out that see ya as he starts to walk. He's leaving, Inigo! Leaving to go to their room and the sexy paperwork waiting for him.

It's so sexy, he won't be able to keep his pants on.

There's absolutely no way Tidus is serious about any of that.

Even if Inigo can be oblivious sometimes - sometimes! - this definitely isn't one of those times. It's all way too obvious for him to consider taking this seriously even for a single second. Tidus would never be caught dead doing auditing.. or even if he was doing it, he'd try to make it look like something else somehow.

And while it would be so easy to just go after the other right away, Inigo doesn't. Because he's pretty sure that's what Tidus expects him to do. Like Tidus is some sort of tanned Adonis, thinking that Inigo is so thirsty for him that he can't even wait a few moments! P-Pah, can't let that guy's ego get too big!

So Inigo doesn't get up right away. Instead he's just helping himself to the food that's left. Yes, that's right, Tidus, he will just let you keep walking! And he'll keep eating! Look at him, a cool guy, totally unaffected by the idea of a jock waiting for him.

And if Tidus does, in fact, go back to their room already, he'll find that Inigo doesn't immediately follow him. Not for a few minutes.. then not for half an hour..

Starting to get a little sweaty yet, bro?? Feeling like you're getting edged here??

Does Tidus suspect that Inigo will follow him straight away? Of course not. That would be making it too easy after everything!

But how long is five or ten minutes, or even half an hour? Tidus can wait that long, or at least in theory. In reality, this ignores how terrible Tidus is at waiting. Patience? What's that. Passing time? Sounds like a really good time to take a nap.

Which is exactly what ends up happening: Tidus falls asleep, tucked up somewhere in the middle of the bed, down to a t-shirt and his underwear. So, his usual nightwear.

And there's not a sexy spreadsheet in sight.

There is only: snzzzzzzzz.

In Inigo's mind there is basically a myriad of things that could be awaiting him upon finally going back to their room, after taking his sweet, sweet time with everything in between.

And yet, despite said absolute myriad of possibilities existing out there, even in Inigo's mind, apparently he didn't come up with this one. Not the possibility where he uses his ticket, enters the room.. and sees Tidus right there, sprawled out on the bed and fast asleep.

This has absolutely got to be the least sexy outcome, even if Tidus is already basically in his underwear. It leaves Inigo standing in the doorway for a few moments, wondering where his life has gone wrong, before just letting out a dramatic sigh and letting himself flop down on the bed as well.

And by 'down on the bed', I of course mean 'right on top of Tidus'.

Welcome to the world of the waking once more, bro.

You know when you feel like you just dropped off to sleep, but then something wakes you up?

That's happening to Tidus now, and the something is Inigo. "Whuhh?" is the groaning noise he makes upon waking, the sudden shift disturbing his beautiful slumber. His brain still mostly asleep, but he notices he can't move well, drags his gaze to look at what or who's on his side, and behold.

"Stop climbin' on me," he grumbles, grabbing at Inigo's sleeve to try and drag him onto the bed (and off him). "Get in already."

Which makes more sense when you're under the blankets, but Tidus's brain isn't functioning well. All it knows is that Inigo should be on the same side of his stomach, to be his little spoon. That's just how this works!!

This is what makes Inigo pause. Even Tidus's reaction here is unexpected, and Inigo momentarily finds himself struggling with it. Halfway desperate to get some cuddles in while Tidus's half-sleepy mind doesn't seem to know, and halfway very much aware of the shoes he's still wearing, since he just went for the flop right away.

Which means that Inigo does get off Tidus, but rather than getting under the blankets, he just sits up, his cheeks starting to turn pink.

And even as he turns to quickly try to take off his shoes, bending over to do so, he's stammering: "W-Wait, that's what you want?"

Cool attitude from a while ago? The idea of waiting to make Tidus suffer?

Totally gone. Inigo is too weak.

Freedom!! Tidus flops onto his back, his internal clock telling him he hasn't been asleep that long. He squints under the light of their room, puts an arm over his forehead to block some of it out as he hears that last stuttering question.

"You still wanna have sex?" --Oh, wait. They were playing hard to get. "I thought we banned each other for a month?"

His thoughts are scattered, not quite in order as they should be, remembering parts of a conversation that feel further back in time than they likely were. Does he still want to have sex? Does he want to tease Inigo, put on a solo show? Actually, wasn't the ban for a week? Whatever.

He kicks his feet up some, an idle movement as he decides, "Let's just lounge around in bed. S'easier."

There, no overthinking (or any thinking) involved.

Please, there's always overthinking involved when Inigo is around. Even as he's finally managed to kick off his shoes - somehow that always seems to take more fiddling and more time when he's actually more focused on the act, like in this moment - and moves fully back onto the bed, there's definitely still something more flustered about him. It becomes even more obvious in the face of how casually half-sleepy Tidus still seems.

"S-Sure."

It's why that single word comes out with a stutter, even as he moves the blanket to actually come lie down in bed as well. A little bit more clothed than Tidus, but hey, that doesn't really matter if they don't need to lose clothes in the first place, right.

"You've got to stop playing with my heart like this though. It's bad for me! I'm going to get a heart attack!"

.. you know, said as if Inigo didn't totally participate in the joking sex banning only a few moments ago. Maybe he's too flustered to think about it in this moment, his heart pounding so high up that he can feel it in his throat.

Will Tidus point out how Inigo is the one jumping all over him? How about his delicate heart? No, Tidus figures that isn't what Inigo means, and Tidus gets distracted by this shuffling to actually get under the covers. Oh, let him join into that too, so he can wrap his arms around Inigo, getting up into his space with a chuckle in his throat.

"I'm playing? You're the one who started asking for it in the middle of dinner! You didn't think I got the message loud and clear?"

Please! Inigo absolutely started this, whether intentionally or otherwise. So deems the court of Tidus!

[open / +a mingle activity for younger characters!] sports + food = good lyfe

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