The panic must be why Inigo misses the obvious: an obvious that may become more so as he starts to shake Tidus.
Because Tidus is giggling, small laughter bubbling in his throat; a chuckle that bursts as Inigo starts to shake him, the only pauses in the way he's rattled, disrupting him. But Tidus couldn't stop voluntarily even if he wanted to, and it's starting to hurt, the laugh he wants to let out and how he's been flapped around. He puts his hands on Inigo's shoulders to try and get him to stop, when even he can't stop himself, can barely concentrate on what he wants to do.
His head is falling inward, back arching, his forehead threatening to bump against the space between neck and shoulder, while Tidus's lungs ache in his mirth.
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Because Tidus is giggling, small laughter bubbling in his throat; a chuckle that bursts as Inigo starts to shake him, the only pauses in the way he's rattled, disrupting him. But Tidus couldn't stop voluntarily even if he wanted to, and it's starting to hurt, the laugh he wants to let out and how he's been flapped around. He puts his hands on Inigo's shoulders to try and get him to stop, when even he can't stop himself, can barely concentrate on what he wants to do.
His head is falling inward, back arching, his forehead threatening to bump against the space between neck and shoulder, while Tidus's lungs ache in his mirth.