Tidus does get up, as far as being able to sit on his butt, eyeing the remains of his friend once known as Inigo, now turning into little more than a husk of a guy. Apparently, as Inigo would like to pain it, and-
Sigh. Siiiiigh. He shouldn't really encourage him, but what's one sweet? Okay, so it heals; but it's not like the train didn't give him a bunch, and so.
And so, Inigo may not catch as the pouch materialises in Tidus's hand, and he pokes in his fingers, takes out one of the green sweets; poofs away the back, and instructs Inigo: ]
Open up.
[ And if/when he does- ] Don't choke.
[ That warning is definitely coming first before Tidus pops in the green, herby sweet with a liquid centre. ]
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Tidus does get up, as far as being able to sit on his butt, eyeing the remains of his friend once known as Inigo, now turning into little more than a husk of a guy. Apparently, as Inigo would like to pain it, and-
Sigh. Siiiiigh. He shouldn't really encourage him, but what's one sweet? Okay, so it heals; but it's not like the train didn't give him a bunch, and so.
And so, Inigo may not catch as the pouch materialises in Tidus's hand, and he pokes in his fingers, takes out one of the green sweets; poofs away the back, and instructs Inigo: ]
Open up.
[ And if/when he does- ] Don't choke.
[ That warning is definitely coming first before Tidus pops in the green, herby sweet with a liquid centre. ]