Nevermind Inigo being shy when he dances. His mother is shy anyway, isn't she? But as it sinks into Tidus that she might be feeling a lil' awkward, he's quick to figure out -- well, who wouldn't? With all this, and from a world without any technology being thrusted onto a train with plenty.
He should probably be slower, he realises -- a thought that's put aside as she remarks on dancing, and-- oh. His eyes lift before his expression turns sheepish, a hand going to the back of his head to scratch at it. Oh, geez... should he have brought up dancing to Inigo's mom?
"U-uhh, sometimes," he admits. "Once or twice. I just told him 'bout using the music room, 'cause there's an upstairs that people rarely go in." 'An upstairs', that comes with Tidus pointing a finger upward. "Not if there isn't a big gathering. It's got a stage."
A rather narrow stage, but it was space all the same. But Tidus pauses, wondering if he should ask the question on his mind -- if he should say more than he already has about Inigo's dancing. But if he has this much...
"He's pretty shy about dancing. He said the same thing you did, but - I think he's great! He really loves dancing." His hands come together, a palm around the fist in front of his body. "I want him to dance more!"
And that's what comes across to Tidus, what he wants to share earnestly, perhaps getting carried away. But is it wrong to feel passionate about a friend's passion? To wish he was a little bolder, for his own sake.
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He should probably be slower, he realises -- a thought that's put aside as she remarks on dancing, and-- oh. His eyes lift before his expression turns sheepish, a hand going to the back of his head to scratch at it. Oh, geez... should he have brought up dancing to Inigo's mom?
"U-uhh, sometimes," he admits. "Once or twice. I just told him 'bout using the music room, 'cause there's an upstairs that people rarely go in." 'An upstairs', that comes with Tidus pointing a finger upward. "Not if there isn't a big gathering. It's got a stage."
A rather narrow stage, but it was space all the same. But Tidus pauses, wondering if he should ask the question on his mind -- if he should say more than he already has about Inigo's dancing. But if he has this much...
"He's pretty shy about dancing. He said the same thing you did, but - I think he's great! He really loves dancing." His hands come together, a palm around the fist in front of his body. "I want him to dance more!"
And that's what comes across to Tidus, what he wants to share earnestly, perhaps getting carried away. But is it wrong to feel passionate about a friend's passion? To wish he was a little bolder, for his own sake.