Tidus is absolutely following Inigo. Walking with the flower pot in his arms, about to make the suggestion, "Let's walk a little before I-"
But that gets cut off by Inigo's shrill. An accusation that just stupefies Tidus, and he laughs, catches up to him with a nudge to his arm with his.
"What're you talking about? Didn't you want me calling you a prince? This is a dream come true, isn't it?" He scoffs smugly, a smile to match, the secondary meaning a joke only for him- "And I know a few things about making dreams real."
Ha ha! He's hilarious! Get it! Gosh, his life is one funny joke.
"Anyway, if you're gonna be a prince," he goes on, whether Inigo likes it or not, making the flower pot poof in a fading glitter of gold, "how about we dress you up like one? Orrr, uh." Another light nudge. "Something in budget. Do you like these kinda clothes?"
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But that gets cut off by Inigo's shrill. An accusation that just stupefies Tidus, and he laughs, catches up to him with a nudge to his arm with his.
"What're you talking about? Didn't you want me calling you a prince? This is a dream come true, isn't it?" He scoffs smugly, a smile to match, the secondary meaning a joke only for him- "And I know a few things about making dreams real."
Ha ha! He's hilarious! Get it! Gosh, his life is one funny joke.
"Anyway, if you're gonna be a prince," he goes on, whether Inigo likes it or not, making the flower pot poof in a fading glitter of gold, "how about we dress you up like one? Orrr, uh." Another light nudge. "Something in budget. Do you like these kinda clothes?"