It seems unreal. The way the guy picks Tidus up, as if the other is little more than a ragdoll, despite all the muscle training Tidus tries to do. And then the way he truly is being squeezed, over and over.. until that piece of food slips out of the other guy's mouth, making Inigo quickly dodge, as if he just had an arrow fired at him.
He doesn't have much time to be surprised about that last part though. Because he's witnessing Tidus crumbling to the ground, a shadow of his former self. Inigo watches on, dazed, as the man starts to leave. A "t-thanks.." said way too late for it to still count.
And then awkward silence falls over them for a moment, as Inigo stares at his comrade's fallen form.
".. Tidus.." Inigo finally starts, finally manages to refind his voice after such a display. "Are you.. okay..?"
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It seems unreal. The way the guy picks Tidus up, as if the other is little more than a ragdoll, despite all the muscle training Tidus tries to do. And then the way he truly is being squeezed, over and over.. until that piece of food slips out of the other guy's mouth, making Inigo quickly dodge, as if he just had an arrow fired at him.
He doesn't have much time to be surprised about that last part though. Because he's witnessing Tidus crumbling to the ground, a shadow of his former self. Inigo watches on, dazed, as the man starts to leave. A "t-thanks.." said way too late for it to still count.
And then awkward silence falls over them for a moment, as Inigo stares at his comrade's fallen form.
".. Tidus.." Inigo finally starts, finally manages to refind his voice after such a display. "Are you.. okay..?"
Inigo, please. What do you think, dude.