Inigo slowly turns his head around, like he's in some horror movie where he feels like a monster may be behind him, and that's when he spots it. Tidus in all his shirtless, sweaty glory. Not to mention at the absolute worst time, considering Inigo's way-too-recent realisation--
He shuts up. Entirely. Face turning as red as a beet, Inigo can't even say a single thing. He can't even pick up his jaw as it's practically hanging on the floor. F in chat for Inigo's brain, it's just gone now. It's off to gay heaven.
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'And why are you shirtless.'
'And why are you shirtless.'
Inigo slowly turns his head around, like he's in some horror movie where he feels like a monster may be behind him, and that's when he spots it. Tidus in all his shirtless, sweaty glory. Not to mention at the absolute worst time, considering Inigo's way-too-recent realisation--
He shuts up. Entirely. Face turning as red as a beet, Inigo can't even say a single thing. He can't even pick up his jaw as it's practically hanging on the floor. F in chat for Inigo's brain, it's just gone now. It's off to gay heaven.