[ That kind of love-mad doesn't count, okay! He knows she still likes him!
Though, that's less what he's immediately thinking at the gush of ink that blows into him, splattering his clothing, and even managing to hit some of his face. Tidus is left dripping, wide-eyed, staring at the portal of Eight's escape.
......but he can't even be mad, chuckling for real now, tickled, even with the ink soaking into his clothes. ]
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Though, that's less what he's immediately thinking at the gush of ink that blows into him, splattering his clothing, and even managing to hit some of his face. Tidus is left dripping, wide-eyed, staring at the portal of Eight's escape.
......but he can't even be mad, chuckling for real now, tickled, even with the ink soaking into his clothes. ]