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"Are signature dance moves a thing?"

He looks a little amused as he asks it. Sure, they are actually a thing, but it's not like Inigo ever went deep into dance theory. Especially not since he only really ever had his mother to look up to in that regard back home, and even back then he had been so young, that he might not have been able to remember her signature move if she had one.

But rather than lingering on that very specific topic, it makes Inigo think of something else, slightly spinning in Tidus's direction to look at the other with a smile.

"Wait, are you saying you had a signature blitzball move?"

"Sure did!" Now he sounds livelier. Talking about blitzball at all? Tidus is ready! "You'd shoot the ball my way and I'd to a backflip and hit it into the goal! Give it extra speed so the other team can't stop it!"

Is Tidus starting to clench a fist here? Yes. He's proud of it, alright - it's simple, but very effect. ...or would be if he got to use it more in actual action.

Nevertheless, he hasn't forgotten who this was about, and with that fist he unfurls it, gesturing to Inigo. "You could have a signature move too! A cool dance move you can pull off in the middle of any song! Like...a backflip! And then doing the splits!"

It's a silly suggestion, he knows. But Inigo gets his point, right?

Now that's the enthusiasm Inigo loves seeing from Tidus. Not that he doesn't get to see if often, but it's still a treat each time, watching the other's eyes light up. If there's anything that sucks about this whole train deal - and really, aren't there way too many things on that list? - it's the fact that Tidus is being denied the chance to play something that's so important to him.

But at least he can still talk about it at moments like these. At least it's something, even if it's not much.

"You want me to do a backflip in the middle of a dance? Are you trying to kill me?" There's not a single bit of Inigo that sounds upset though. Instead he just sounds amused, like he's about to laugh. (He gets the idea, though. It's just that this is a little too funny to not poke fun at.) "We can't all be backflipping blitzball pros!"

"Then show me what a reasonable dance move is! Slide your hand up your body, give the audience a show of what you've got-"

Tidus mimics the motion as he says it, far from sexy with the two of them sitting down. But up snakes a hand from somewhere close to his belly and up, pressing against his shirt to make it shift, but not the 'show' he talks about.

"--get them coming back for more of that Inigo dance flavour."

Did he have to make it sound like a sexual experience? No, but that's where his brain went first, sorry pal.

"I believe in you. Think about that move to make the fans go wild!"

"Why are you immediately trying to turn it into sex appeal?!"

.. granted, maybe that's also just where Inigo's mind is definitely going when he sees Tidus moving his hand like that, even if the other isn't actually lifting his shirt and showing some skin along with it. But the thought is there, and Inigo's imagination gladly takes it and runs with it, for better or worse.

This is where he'd take something and playfully throw it at Tidus, but it's not like he can throw Jumblie - his sunshine princess! - or any of the dance equipment - he doesn't want to break it - so he just settles for throwing words in the other's direction instead.

"I'm sure you got fans too because of how well you played blitzball, not because you happen to be sexy!"

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"Welll, I don't know dancing!" Tidus protests. "It was an example! It doesn't have to be like that."

Wow bro, really! Tidus felt proud of that move that he swears he's seen a dancer do in the past! But then Inigo's got to focus on the sex appeal, and ugh! And please keep the higgledies out of this - they are having a fun game of tag around the stage.

But he eases, continues - not wanting Inigo to get the idea that he's thinking dancing = sex. "But I guess the dance being your own is its signature move. You and your family's." Family, that does remind him, a small huff under his breath. "I tell you the fans always wanted me to show them my old man's famous move? Did I show you it? You hit the ball, then you jump up and spin."

Sound familiar? He doesn't know why he would have shown it, but who knows - he does remember showing Romeo some, back when they had that entire beach to play around on.

While Inigo isn't too sure if Tidus showed him that particular move before - he doesn't think so, though - he does remember them having spoken a bit about the topic Tidus brings up. About Tidus more or less living in his father's shadow. It makes what Tidus is saying now a little less surprising to hear, but still..

Inigo can only imagine what he himself would have felt if people looked at him, only to ask him to imitate his father.

"Really?" There's a slight sound, like a low whistle. "They come to you asking for your dad's move, instead of your own? What, are they too good for backflipping or something?"

He laughs, raises his hands as he shares, "He was a showman, what can I say! No one's done the move since, and he made a big deal out of everything! It was the 'Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III'." His mouth is pulling, unable to keep off from his face how - yes - goofy it is, though he shares the name with a faux-awe and cadence.

"If that was a move in your family, the fans would wanna see it too! 'When are you gonna do it next? Is this the game?'" Words he's heard plenty, the excited tone in the questions echoed as he repeats a time long gone.

"Maybe I'll show you it sometime. We can go in the sports gym and bounce the ball off the wall."

"Bouncing a ball? With me present? I know how that's going to end."

He's learned from experience, okay!! But it sounds more like a joke than anything else, not a real protest. He's kind of curious, so he wouldn't mind seeing Tidus's own move, or his dad's. Inigo will survive if a ball hits him.. probably, anyway.

There's a slight moment of quiet. Inigo is mostly thinking while still watching the higgledies run around, before saying: "I didn't know your dad was the type to make up embarrassing move names like that."

There's a second before he chuckles, a scoff of a sound - but then, it's worth more apparently by the real chuckling that creeps up his throat, like he's being tickled by the remark.

"The fans loved it, you know," Tidus voices like a warning, but the ridiculous grin he wears doesn't go along with it. He looks away after a moment, the smile softening, but still playing on his face.

"He could get away with it. Jecht - he was loud and he'd get in your ears, telling the world about how great he was. If you heard him talk about it, you wouldn't think it was stupid 'cause of the way he'd sell it. He had everyone loving him when I was a kid. I saw some reruns of his old matches, the interviews he had. --You can do that," he explains, taking the moment to consider their differences. "Like the movies in the movie car? You can watch them again. And people would have interviews with famous people, or about anything."

And there were plenty of his dad. He'd rarely go out of his way to watch the interviews, but there'd be replays, some kind of look back on who he was as a blitzer, the blitzball shows that would just have some footage.

You couldn't escape blitzball - and he couldn't escape his old man.

"Annoys me," he huffs, but without any real effort; without that smile wiped off from his face, "--just thinking about it!"

For someone who's had as complicated of a relationship with his father as Tidus has, he sure seems to know a lot about him, Inigo thinks. Not that it's bad, it's just.. That's always what shows Tidus cares, isn't it? That he remembers the little things, just like how he remembers to explain to Inigo what an interview is in the middle of his story. That he can speak about his father like that, even now.

That he can say it annoys him, while huffing and smiling at the same time.

It makes Inigo smile just looking at him.

"Interviews, huh?" Inigo repeats, as if trying to grasp the concept. "Now I kind of want to see those." The interviews with Tidus's dad. Just to see what he was like, if Tidus's impression of him is spot on. "And more importantly, I can think of another blitzball star whose interviews I'd like to see. If you're not half of a dork in those as you actually are, I'm going to say you're cheating!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" There's no hint of real offence, but there is sure a guy here ready to stand up for himself, pointing in his direction a thumb. "I was the biggest blitzball player on my team! Sure, my first interviews weren't that great - but whose are? A guy like me is cool!"

Fight him, Inigo. Tidus doesn't mind some bragging, real yet played up, like slipping into the role of who he once was. Is that what it is? It feels like it, these days; something he gets to once in a while talk up, then move on back into reality.

(But that's just the way life can be, huh.)

"Then where's the proof, huh! I need proof!"

Of course it's all just joking. Teasing. Inigo is more than willing to believe Tidus can be cool when he has to be - he's seen it in action himself, after all, even outside of that blitzball sphere he's never gotten to witness.

But what's the fun of having a friend you think the world of when you can't needle him every once in a while?

"I need to see the interviews! The Tidus banners!" (Look, Inigo is just trying to combine his own medieval ideas with what he's learned about sport in other worlds so far, okay.) "The minstrels writing songs about you!"

"Fine, I'll try buying it! How about that?"

It's said with a laugh, especially the ideas of minstrels writing songs. Okay, those he can't buy (and what are they - those things that followed around the Yevon guys?), but maybe the interviews, the old games?

"But if you want something now, we'll need the right stuff to do it!" And what would you know, that Tidus has exactly that on him? Whether or not Inigo has one, and Tidus knows he does, he moves his hand out in the air, gives a flick of his wrist, and makes appear from his arms band a golden microphone. Give him a second to push the on switch, and-

"You ready to give me an interview, dance man?"

You think you can suddenly raise your volume around Inigo and think he won't instinctively yelp?

If so, you thought wrong. Because even though he witnesses Tidus pull out the microphone, right in front of his eyes, Inigo still lets out a yelp anyway when the other suddenly speaks into it.

Please. Please, mercy on his poor medieval ears.

"W-Wait, am I interviewing you?! Right now?!"

"Why not?" You're not going to get him to stop with one yelp and that kind of answer. "You wanna know what it's like instead? What's it like in the life of the Prince of Dance? What does His Highness have to say to his fans right now?"

Yes, Tidus started using his presenter voice there. He points the microphone out in Inigo's direction, and as if on cue, the two higgledies are squeaking in higgle-cheers and clapping!!

Interview time, interview time!

Inigo starts to sputter. "I don't have fans--"

Though that protest is stopped quickly enough by the higglebrigade over here. Clearly they are the fans. He gets it. Look at them speak and go, easily excited by anything at all happening.

And it's true. He can't let down his fans when it's these two over here. Even if Tidus is just joking around with this whole thing. Inigo has to prove he can be cool too!

So he sucks in a breath, straightens his back, and speaks. Resolutely. "I just want to say that I believe in the right for every higgledy to wear cute outfits!"

The higgledies cheer. Do they agree? Are they just still excited? Who knows. No one knows what goes on in a higglehead.

"Waheeeeyyy!" Fortunately for Inigo's ears, Tidus starts to move the microphone from himself so he can bring his hands together to clap, to join in with the cheering - though that does create a dunk, dunk, dunk sound every time his hands meet. And truly, the higgledies are happy and proud! Squeaking joyously, already onto their arm-waving dance.

But he can't let the interview stop that early! And with their topic back, he brings the microphone back to himself first, to ask a question, and then pointing it to Inigo after.

And that question is...

"And what would you say about how well our higglepals today are dressed?"

(Tidus confirmed to be at least half higgledy.)

"Well--"

He happens to say just exactly in the wrong way into the microphone that it lets out one of those screeching sounds. Inigo truly is having the Awkward First Interview experience over here. He's the true dork.

"Jumblie always looks cute!" And she is, in fact, wearing one of her little dresses, spinning around in it. "A-- And Gibbers' crown is very stylish. I should make him an outfit sometime too."

"And what do you think about that, Hibbers-the-Gibbers of...Something?" hig! "Oh yeah, 'The Hopeful'!"

Higgle! Hibber-Gibbers higgles proudly, then starts to say a few more of his higgledy speak, Tidus nodding as if in understanding.

"Mmhmm, mmmhmm... sounds like Gibbs needs to see this outfit idea you have for him! And he wants something eye-catching! And heroic!"

Piggle! Gibbs squeaks in agreement. You hear that, Inigo?!

"Talk about a demanding customer.." Inigo says, but at least it's more going along with the mood than really being upset about it. After all, he's not even sure if this truly is Tidus interpreting the higgle speak, or if he's just making up stuff by himself.

Which is why Inigo moves to grab the microphone from Tidus's hands, moving to hold it in front of the higgledy.

"Here, here, let him speak for himself!"

Is it a good idea to allow a higgledy to cause loud chaos?

Probably not. But it's too late. Inigo is doing it.

A microphone is placed in front of a higgledy.

And into that microphone, the higgledy said:

'Higgggle higgledy higgledy higgg! Higgle piggle hiigle higgle! Hig! Hig hig hig!!! Higggledee DOO!'

With included, a lot of hopping, as if making such to keep getting as close as possible to it, small arms flapping at its sides.

(And that in us speak, was:

'Hiiggle, young traveller! I want a long cape carried in the wind, held by a clasp with a big blue jewel! Adornments for my crown, and wrist-guards bright and sparkly! Yes! Hiiigg!! I want to be a pearl of the sea!')

Maybe it's better that there's no one else present here - other than them and Gibbers' higglepal, anyway. Because anyone else would not have been able to make heads or tails of all this higgling over here.

But thankfully the higgletalk speaks to these two boys' souls, so Inigo does get that detailed outfit description. A demanding customer, indeed.

"Wow, Tidus, you two are a perfect match. Just as demanding." Rude, Inigo. He's clearly just teasing though, with the way his grin widens a little as he looks over at the other guy. "Truly a duo of pearls of the sea!"

"We know what we want, and how we want it!" Tidus declares proudly, unabashed. There's no even faking any offence here, since why would he! Even Gibbs appears proud - but then again, when doesn't he?

"And you're the one offering it! Our pal here's not gonna accept anything but your best! Think you can handle it? He's like a king of the sea!"

Is he really. But Tidus gestures to the spirit to emphasise his point; and when the little guy is wearing a cape and crown, anyone would believe the high higgledy royalty.

Well, he does have a crown, and Jumblie doesn't.. So who is Inigo to contest these statements, really. Especially when Hibber-Gibber is over there, looking so proud. By higgledy standards, anyway.

"Well, I could try." No promises though, since he's used to making much more simple things. Jumblie's dress may be cute, but it's a very, very simple pattern. Just a higgledy sundress. "I'll see if I can live up to his highness' standards."

Inigo smiles a little before climbing back up to his feet, moving the microphone from in front of Gibbs' face to holding it in front of Tidus's instead.

"So, you got any more official commentar, mister blitzball star?"

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