Carrying Inigo? Probably the best idea now, and when he has the room to slip forward (a bit of a squeeze, given the tight halls), Tidus will go to the door first with a hum. Ticket pulled out from his arms band, materialising in his hand, and he presses it to the door to make it slide open.
It's a crowded room; the same kind of tight space of any double room, if Esteban's ever seen them. Tidus walks in first along the narrow floor space they have, the bed tucked into the corner, covered in nicer sheets than the basic team colours available. There's an upper bed pulled down above, a giant wyvern plush's head poking out, as well as an otter above in. The cubbyholes behind Tidus's back are filled with trinkets: a few magazines, pots of flowers, a picture frame - none of which Esteban is likely to pay any immediate attention to, but there.
(There's also an animal cage, with a jerboa inside it, set on a table by the window, curtains pulled to.)
"Can you get him off?" Tidus asks, willing to help to guide Inigo down if Esteban needs the help. They can flop him onto the bed - he'll be alright. It's comfy.
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It's a crowded room; the same kind of tight space of any double room, if Esteban's ever seen them. Tidus walks in first along the narrow floor space they have, the bed tucked into the corner, covered in nicer sheets than the basic team colours available. There's an upper bed pulled down above, a giant wyvern plush's head poking out, as well as an otter above in. The cubbyholes behind Tidus's back are filled with trinkets: a few magazines, pots of flowers, a picture frame - none of which Esteban is likely to pay any immediate attention to, but there.
(There's also an animal cage, with a jerboa inside it, set on a table by the window, curtains pulled to.)
"Can you get him off?" Tidus asks, willing to help to guide Inigo down if Esteban needs the help. They can flop him onto the bed - he'll be alright. It's comfy.