But Inigo is definitely leaning to look at Tidus's feet. Even though he knows they're not like that. Because Inigo has seen them before, just by often being around the other. And yet he somehow can't resist looking, like he's worried that maybe they are weird and webbed and he just somehow imagined they were regular human feet!
So yes, Tidus can have his laugh about it. And Inigo won't even fully grumble about having tripped straight into this trap pit. Instead he just blushes a bit, before letting even more of his weight lean against the other's side, like Tidus's punishment is just more physical contact. The horror.
"With a bit less aggressive sealife, I'd hope." Inigo reaches out to turn the page of the magazine Tidus is holding, looking at the next picture spread.
"Too bad we didn't know each other back then the way we do now." Or.. well. They did know each other, but things were still so different back then. He's sure Tidus would understand. "We could've hung out more at a place like that."
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But Inigo is definitely leaning to look at Tidus's feet. Even though he knows they're not like that. Because Inigo has seen them before, just by often being around the other. And yet he somehow can't resist looking, like he's worried that maybe they are weird and webbed and he just somehow imagined they were regular human feet!
So yes, Tidus can have his laugh about it. And Inigo won't even fully grumble about having tripped straight into this trap pit. Instead he just blushes a bit, before letting even more of his weight lean against the other's side, like Tidus's punishment is just more physical contact. The horror.
"With a bit less aggressive sealife, I'd hope." Inigo reaches out to turn the page of the magazine Tidus is holding, looking at the next picture spread.
"Too bad we didn't know each other back then the way we do now." Or.. well. They did know each other, but things were still so different back then. He's sure Tidus would understand. "We could've hung out more at a place like that."