Try him, huh? Be sure of what you're getting yourself into!

Because Inigo may not be winning at this game of gay chicken quite as much as he expected to, but he hasn't dealt his last hand yet. His ace. There's one guaranteed move that will make Tidus lose for sure, especially in combination with this odd variation of what nearly seems like that game Roland called truth or dare.

So he reaches out, arms wrapping around Tidus's lower back - bag of sweets still in hand, now idly hanging there - and pulling the other closer.

Usually Inigo would fret a lot more about just how many people browsing the market could see them like this, but this is gay chicken. The shame is off.

He lowers his voice a tad as he speaks up, staring straight into the other's eyes.

"Then why not give me a kiss?"

Come on. That's got to be a bullseye, right?