When Inigo finally gives in and reveals what he's making such a fuss over, Tidus's confusion gives way to his own baffled disbelief. Incredulous, as his brow first lifts and then tighten as he's about to voice his denial, his defence; even getting some of it out before the ruffle of his hair.
And with that action, Tidus is looking half close to pouting at Inigo with this injustice done to him. That's right. Injustice.
"It's hot!" There, his great explanation, and certainly reasonable. "What do you want me to do? Burn my tongue?"
He leans back, cradling his bowl. "What, you've never slurped in your life? It's noisy, who cares?"
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When Inigo finally gives in and reveals what he's making such a fuss over, Tidus's confusion gives way to his own baffled disbelief. Incredulous, as his brow first lifts and then tighten as he's about to voice his denial, his defence; even getting some of it out before the ruffle of his hair.
And with that action, Tidus is looking half close to pouting at Inigo with this injustice done to him. That's right. Injustice.
"It's hot!" There, his great explanation, and certainly reasonable. "What do you want me to do? Burn my tongue?"
He leans back, cradling his bowl. "What, you've never slurped in your life? It's noisy, who cares?"