It's very obvious what's going to happen here: nothing. Nothing if he tries, and they're both - likely - very aware of this. But Eight is so sincere, and what is Tidus but not willing to put his own effort into this with hers? There's a far more sensible response on his lips as he looks at the puddle, amazed by Eight's talent to just disappear with the inky pool.
It would be messy for a guy like him. Would he look a different shade of colour if he even dared to mess around with this?
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"Alrighty then!" he breathes as he pretends to roll up sleeves he isn't wearing, takes off a show at the back of its heel. Next comes the sock, balled into his shoe and knocked aside.
"Pray for me, Eight," he says dramatically, coming close to the slot of ink. Standing right beside it, he hops once like taking a jump-!
and slowly drops his foot down.
squish.
"Did I do it?" Tidus asks, eyes closed; head turned away like he doesn't dare to look! "Am I an honorary octoling?"
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It would be messy for a guy like him. Would he look a different shade of colour if he even dared to mess around with this?
...
...
...
"Alrighty then!" he breathes as he pretends to roll up sleeves he isn't wearing, takes off a show at the back of its heel. Next comes the sock, balled into his shoe and knocked aside.
"Pray for me, Eight," he says dramatically, coming close to the slot of ink. Standing right beside it, he hops once like taking a jump-!
and slowly drops his foot down.
squish.
"Did I do it?" Tidus asks, eyes closed; head turned away like he doesn't dare to look! "Am I an honorary octoling?"