Inigo briefly wonders on whether or not to call out Roland for that blatant lie, but then decides it's best not to. It's not a big deal in the end, after all - his dignity is probably more bruised than anything else. He can save it for a time he really needs to call Roland out for lying over something dumb. Like the last time he got wounded.
Instead he takes the grav-con when it's handed back to him, putting it back on. He doesn't immediately get to the demonstration yet though, his gaze instead moving from Roland to all the higgledies practically doing a tribal dance right about now with how much hopping around is going on over here...
".. you know, if it helps.. I think they are trying to encourage you. In their own way." It's unfortunate that Jumblie isn't here right now, since she's a little more gentle, but it looks like they'll have to make do with some of the more rowdy higgledies for the time being. "Still.. save me from being splashed if it goes badly, alright?"
Alright? You better do this for him, dad. He's counting on you.
Though he doesn't seem to wait for confirmation, just trusting the half-soaked man to have his back. Inigo instead turns back to do the same thing he did last time. Running at the wall, bouncing off it with the grav-con, flying through the air. But it's the landing, of course, that he's most concerned with. He thinks of everything Tidus was doing before he left, trying to flip in the air himself this time.
But it's something that definitely needs more practice. Inigo is flexible enough that he actually does make the flip most of the way, but it's still a little too much on the slow side due to lack of experience with it. Which means that rather than landing on his feet, he lands right on his butt on the floor, letting out an 'oof', but not seeming seriously hurt.
"Alright, just don't copy that last part." Otherwise Roland may just break his old, old back.
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Instead he takes the grav-con when it's handed back to him, putting it back on. He doesn't immediately get to the demonstration yet though, his gaze instead moving from Roland to all the higgledies practically doing a tribal dance right about now with how much hopping around is going on over here...
".. you know, if it helps.. I think they are trying to encourage you. In their own way." It's unfortunate that Jumblie isn't here right now, since she's a little more gentle, but it looks like they'll have to make do with some of the more rowdy higgledies for the time being. "Still.. save me from being splashed if it goes badly, alright?"
Alright? You better do this for him, dad. He's counting on you.
Though he doesn't seem to wait for confirmation, just trusting the half-soaked man to have his back. Inigo instead turns back to do the same thing he did last time. Running at the wall, bouncing off it with the grav-con, flying through the air. But it's the landing, of course, that he's most concerned with. He thinks of everything Tidus was doing before he left, trying to flip in the air himself this time.
But it's something that definitely needs more practice. Inigo is flexible enough that he actually does make the flip most of the way, but it's still a little too much on the slow side due to lack of experience with it. Which means that rather than landing on his feet, he lands right on his butt on the floor, letting out an 'oof', but not seeming seriously hurt.
"Alright, just don't copy that last part." Otherwise Roland may just break his old, old back.