He deserved that, but ouch; he's really not that bad! C'mon, Tidus, can't he fuss just a bit? Still, he only playfully bristles, wings stretching wider behind his back even as his eyes brighten. But he's not witty enough to come up with banter to reply to that anyways, so it's not like his half-threat holds much weight anyways.
Yes, he's fussing. It's-- it's his version of an apology right now, or maybe some form of hope; something between the two. But ultimately, Tidus knows Inigo better, so while he's still recovering from the void travels, Esteban trusts him to handle the situation better than his clumsy attempts. Wings and tail shift behind the half-elf, and they slip back underneath his skin as Esteban finally places some distance between himself and his companions.
He still doesn't think the blond is going to be of much help carrying his own notboyfriend back yet, though, so they might be sticking around for a bit more then. His toes automatically start to bounce, and Esteban tucks the foot at the crook of his opposite knee to keep it hidden, as he scrambles to find... anything to say, really.
"Hey, Inigo? Didja know that Tidus has eighteen lungs?" Is he helping, or should he let his companion rest instead? He's not entirely sure, but he'll take his response as indication enough, even as he teases the blond at the same time. He's still not over that conversation; worse, he almost believed the blitzball player, until he'd added a full ten to the number.
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He deserved that, but ouch; he's really not that bad! C'mon, Tidus, can't he fuss just a bit? Still, he only playfully bristles, wings stretching wider behind his back even as his eyes brighten. But he's not witty enough to come up with banter to reply to that anyways, so it's not like his half-threat holds much weight anyways.
Yes, he's fussing. It's-- it's his version of an apology right now, or maybe some form of hope; something between the two. But ultimately, Tidus knows Inigo better, so while he's still recovering from the void travels, Esteban trusts him to handle the situation better than his clumsy attempts. Wings and tail shift behind the half-elf, and they slip back underneath his skin as Esteban finally places some distance between himself and his companions.
He still doesn't think the blond is going to be of much help carrying his own
notboyfriend back yet, though, so they might be sticking around for a bit more then. His toes automatically start to bounce, and Esteban tucks the foot at the crook of his opposite knee to keep it hidden, as he scrambles to find... anything to say, really."Hey, Inigo? Didja know that Tidus has eighteen lungs?" Is he helping, or should he let his companion rest instead? He's not entirely sure, but he'll take his response as indication enough, even as he teases the blond at the same time. He's still not over that conversation; worse, he almost believed the blitzball player, until he'd added a full ten to the number.