Higher?!

Despite the panic that only one word suddenly instills in Inigo, he's as obedient as can be while he's in this state. The moment there's that knock at his hand, followed up by the one-worded command, his shirt is already being moved higher. No matter how embarrassed and flustered he feels about it.

"U.. Uhhh.."

Apparently he's incapable of producing anything other than that one sound for a moment, his hand shaking slightly as it's holding up his shirt. The touch of Tidus's fingertips against his skin threatens to kill him - or at the very least, it's currently making his face look very, very red.

Even though it's not really like Tidus is seeing anything he hasn't seen before. Inigo's skin, the scars that trail all across his torso.

"I.. I don't think so..?" Is there something funny to see?! Inigo is too afraid to look down and see for himself, since he really doesn't want to see Tidus's hand against his skin when only feeling it is already threatening to overwhelm him.

He can't even keep eye contact with the other, instead glancing away with his red face.