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[ For once, he's not going all out on competitive mode. Is it something about the void? Are the colours aligned? They wouldn't be able to see from upstairs, but Tidus lowers his leg, giving it a shake and then following it with the other, having a bit of a hop in place as he lets loose his limbs.

Still- ]

Hold on! I gotta pull off one of the moves you did, right? Before we go!

[ Why? Because Tidus said so, and that's how his mind works. ]

You did this...-- [ he floats up both his hands and arms delicately on one side, brushing the air, and then repeats it on the opposite. ] And over here... And then...!

[ And then he picks his foot back up, but this time bends it inward, and does a twirl, even remembering to hug the air in front of him. Though he does spin a little too fast, torso leaning forward - but he catches himself, foot coming down. Fists resting on his hips. ]

Impressed?

[ And have a cocky grin. ]

[ Inigo stares at it, letting Tidus just do his thing. And while Inigo definitely seems amused as he watches his friend with his typical boundless energy, there's something about his stare that's almost surprised too. Or maybe unsure.

It shows more in his reaction afterwards. The way his head dips, a brief laugh escaping from his lips before he looks back up again at Tidus. ]

What, are you saying you want to start trying to dance ballet too?

[ By some small miracle - it's not like he knew it either before now, after all - it seems Inigo has stumbled into the right pronounciation of the word instantly. Maybe it's that natural dancing talent. ]

Or are you trying to cheer me up? [ There it is, the source of the slight bafflement. It's Inigo trying to figure out what Tidus's intentions behind this are, if there are any. But at least he's honestly admitting to it here. ] I can't tell.

[ --He maybe got carried away there, didn't he? His limbs coming back down into place, a finger scratching at his cheek ~~like a proper true anime protagonist~~. Tidus laughs lightly, sheepishly, a guy caught in a silly act. ]

Well...! I wanted to make you laugh at first, [ he admits, ] but then I thought I'd do some moves and support you, show you you can dance wherever you want! But er... I guess it looks goofy when I do it.

[ Or like he might be making fun of Inigo...

He picks up the two books from where he dropped them, ignoring the light warmth of his cheeks. A grin replacing any silly feelings. ]

Alright, dance over! Where should we go next?

...

[ Inigo looks like he still wants to say something. And for a moment it seems like he might not, like he'll just go along and suggest for them to move on.

But then he takes a step closer towards Tidus, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing it a little. ]

It doesn't look goofy. [ Or, rather-- ] You know, the most important thing about dancing.. It's not technical skill, or anything like that. It's about the feelings you instill in other people when they see you dance.

[ Inigo's voice sounds more even as he says it, less flustered. Like he really means it. Like he's always believed as much, even though his idol - his mother, of course - is an incredibly skilled dancer on every level. ]

So in that sense, you're a true pro.

[ Because Tidus makes him happy. With his silliness, with his willingness to join in when Inigo feels shy and insecure. ]

[ Geez, now he feels goofy for sure. In a not-so-bad way? But here Inigo is calling him a pro over dancing, being so sincere, and how can't he feel both touched but undeserving of that?

So he sets it aside with a wide smile that bursts into a small laugh, knocks a friendly fist to Inigo's shoulder, the grin returning. ]

I'll tell that to my friend sometime! He's the best dancer I know - he just needs that extra nudge to show it to the world.

[ He slings the arm of that same friendly hand around Inigo's shoulders, before he can think to get awkward or shy. Allowing him the chance to not have to respond to Tidus's praises. ]

C'mon! You wanna try a VR game? Sneak off with Jumblie for a few private dance sessions? What you up for?

[ ?? ]

You have a friend back home who's--?

[ Oh.

Apparently Tidus seized hold of their collective braincell right there and then, because Inigo sure let the obvious fact that Tidus was talking about him go right over his head, didn't he.

Inigo's cheeks do get a bit pink, but he gladly accepts the opportunity to be able to think of something other than dancing and the way that flusters him for a moment or so. ]

L--Let's go play a VR game. [ Which is still kind of confusing to him, but still less embarrassing than dancing. ] Your pick.

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