[ That expression, the way Inigo is being so awkward with his words. 'That's the point.' Tidus could remain clueless with that, but then Inigo goes on; I want to be close, I want to--
The heat and colour finds itself on Tidus's face now, eyes searching Inigo for some kind of misunderstanding, his own face confused, disbelieving. Mouth opening, twitching between closing, speaking. Any thoughts he have becoming scrambled, making thinking harder. ]
I... ... Inigo? [ He keeps his own voice low. Where did this come from all of a sudden? Because of the meteorite? Why...? ] What... uh...
[ He wants to move in to ask, but he's suddenly too shy; lowers his voice instead, clearing his throat. ]
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The heat and colour finds itself on Tidus's face now, eyes searching Inigo for some kind of misunderstanding, his own face confused, disbelieving. Mouth opening, twitching between closing, speaking. Any thoughts he have becoming scrambled, making thinking harder. ]
I... ... Inigo? [ He keeps his own voice low. Where did this come from all of a sudden? Because of the meteorite? Why...? ] What... uh...
[ He wants to move in to ask, but he's suddenly too shy; lowers his voice instead, clearing his throat. ]
Are you asking to...? ...Us...?