Tidus wants to try mead. Well, that's.. so ordinary. Something about the drinks and Tidus's reactions to them makes it feel like they really are just travelers here. Regular ones, not ones that came from a flying void train full of angst.
It's why Inigo is trying to cherish the moment, make it last a bit longer by not drinking right away, but instead watching Tidus, his mouth leaning against his balled up hand.
A balled up hand that comes in very hand to partially hide his smile at Tidus's reaction to the drink. Cute.
"You should try the mead instead, it should be sweeter."
He then finally grabs the other mug of wine, drinking from it. There's less of a grimace with Inigo, despite him not having too much experience with this - but maybe it somehow naturally goes down more smoothly for him. In fact, it feels kind of refreshing. Like maybe this is exactly what he needed after this absolutely ridiculous mission week.
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It's why Inigo is trying to cherish the moment, make it last a bit longer by not drinking right away, but instead watching Tidus, his mouth leaning against his balled up hand.
A balled up hand that comes in very hand to partially hide his smile at Tidus's reaction to the drink. Cute.
"You should try the mead instead, it should be sweeter."
He then finally grabs the other mug of wine, drinking from it. There's less of a grimace with Inigo, despite him not having too much experience with this - but maybe it somehow naturally goes down more smoothly for him. In fact, it feels kind of refreshing. Like maybe this is exactly what he needed after this absolutely ridiculous mission week.