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[ 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. ]

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[ 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?

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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.