Tidus looks out of the corner of his eye somewhere else, his brain attempting to come up with some better understanding of what Inigo just said than what each calculation comes to. He's waiting to be healed. Are you hurt? the question Tidus could ask, and he looks at Inigo.
He doesn't look hurt to him.
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So he casually takes a hold of Inigo's closest forearm in both hands, and twists them to pull the skin, only stopping once he hears a good enough yelp. ]
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Tidus looks out of the corner of his eye somewhere else, his brain attempting to come up with some better understanding of what Inigo just said than what each calculation comes to. He's waiting to be healed. Are you hurt? the question Tidus could ask, and he looks at Inigo.
He doesn't look hurt to him.
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So he casually takes a hold of Inigo's closest forearm in both hands, and twists them to pull the skin, only stopping once he hears a good enough yelp. ]