Although he's still very much looking at the flowers, Inigo is also listening to everything Tidus says, taking it in. New facts intermingling with things he already knew about the other, slowly forming a fuller - though not complete yet - picture of the way Tidus grew up, what his life was like when he was younger.
A life very different than Inigo's own, really. Despite the fact that they both grew up with fathers everyone knew. But it's the way Tidus talks about it that Inigo admires the most. So airily, like it's nothing.
He's still thinking about it by the time he's instead looking at the lilies the seller pointed out to a Tidus, a small smile on his face - though it's hard to tell whether it's because of the flowers or Tidus.
Or maybe it's both.
"They're pretty," he finally says as he looks at the flowers. His gaze flutters up, first to the stall owner, then over to Tidus, his look turning more puppy eyed by the moment.
"Can we get them?" It's a question whether or not Inigo realizes he even has to ask.. Because he sure sounds like a kid begging their parent for a new puppy right about now.
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A life very different than Inigo's own, really. Despite the fact that they both grew up with fathers everyone knew. But it's the way Tidus talks about it that Inigo admires the most. So airily, like it's nothing.
He's still thinking about it by the time he's instead looking at the lilies the seller pointed out to a Tidus, a small smile on his face - though it's hard to tell whether it's because of the flowers or Tidus.
Or maybe it's both.
"They're pretty," he finally says as he looks at the flowers. His gaze flutters up, first to the stall owner, then over to Tidus, his look turning more puppy eyed by the moment.
"Can we get them?" It's a question whether or not Inigo realizes he even has to ask.. Because he sure sounds like a kid begging their parent for a new puppy right about now.