A much delayed gift fic for Underdog Hero, because Zephyr promised to write something Inigo/Gerome for her once upon a time despite knowing barely anything about FE:A.
She also asked that I make Henry Inigo's dad if it came up too, so...
"How does one go about... confessing their feelings to someone?"
Inigo gave him a quick once over. Apparently, Gerome was still wearing a mask and that all-black garb like he was some mysterious masked hero wannabe attending a funeral, but girls seemed to love that. So no change necessary there.
"Like I've told you before, Gerome," he started, with completely founded confidence, "hit 'em with a pun. Girls love puns, seriously."
"I don't think that would be-"
"Seriously," Inigo repeated, a little more sternly this time.
That cued a heavy sigh in return. "If you insist."
He stood there for a minute, like he were waiting for something instead of running off to the dame like he should've been. Like Inigo would've been, had he been in the same situation – but alas, Gerome was far from being him, and thus Inigo figured and additional prompt was needed.
"Go on then."
"...Stop joking around."
"What?"
"I mean... er, are you a dragon because, um."
"What?" Inigo said again.
"Y-you're... really hot?"
"Wha– Oh, um. Okay..."
The only thing hot about that pun was the awkward shade of red it made Gerome underneath his mask, and Inigo, who suddenly wished he had a mask to hide behind too. For a second, he wondered if he might've been misinterpreting what Gerome was trying to say.
And if the situation weren't bad enough already–
"Inigo!"
"Dad?"
His dad really needed to stop appearing out of nowhere and minding his own business. Because once Henry showed up, things always ended up going from bad to worst.
"Methinks what the boy meant to say was, 'You don't need to be a dragon, because you're already setting my loins on fire'!" The awkward, silent response from the two boys didn't deter Henry at all as he continued, "Oh, or how about, 'Is that an Elfire tome you're carrying? Because you're the hottest thing I've seen all day!' Hm... no? Ah, well, it looks like his face is burning up quite a bit anyway!"
The silence persisted.
"Haha! Now go get married! Tie the knot! Til death do you apart, right?"
Inigo could gave gotten through this without the extra input, really.
Ahaha, I'm sorry, how obvious is it that I was basing all of my characterization off a few minutes of skits?! I'm never going to write puns again in my life. Although these were definitely intentionally horrible.