Inigo looks embarrassed, which is a different sight than a guy who's ticklish to the feathering touches to his skin. But is it embarrassment, or is it actually worry? It's hard to tell with Inigo, sometimes--he'll let his mind go in crazier directions than Tidus's own goes. Like being worried about this stone he swallowed how many years ago in the first place.

But this calls for a change of goals, Tidus lowering his gaze to Inigo's belly with a soft hum between his lips, fingers searching around, soft presses now and then, until-

"--Ah?" Tidus blinks, his hand pausing. A finger carefully prodding at Inigo's stomach again; head leaning in, as if trying to get a closer look.

"Did you feel that? Right there...?"

Poke. Poke poke.