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Who: Inigo, Tidus (aka the two shared braincells duo) and you!
Where: The standard coach
When: Horseshoe 17
What: Inigo and Tidus are handing out free stuff because Tidus is the train's official sugar daddy.
Warnings: Probably nothing, will edit if necessary.

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Hey guys, forget about that public breakdown the other day. Today Inigo is on the ICP with a big smile, seeming as cheerful as ever. It's fine. It's cool.

"Good day, everyone! Tidus and I brought some things back with us from Irivar to share with everyone. So why not come over to the standard coach and see if there's anything you'd like to take with you, hm? We have quite the selection! Oh, and.. erm, Taiki, Roland, Bryn and Della.. If you could make sure to come see us, we'd appreciate it! Otherwise I might have to send Ti--"

Before Inigo can even finish the sentence, there's an offscreen obviously very Tidus-y voice calling out, "Inigo! Ask for Sakura too!"

Inigo huffs, turning his gaze to the off screen source. "I was getting to that!" (No he wasn't.) Apparently he accidentally pulled his ticket off the ICP as he starts moving away from it too, because the feed just cuts out. Just come get some sweet stuff.

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Their set-up in the standard car is a simple, if messy, one. They have a few of their offered freebies on the same table they occupy, each guy facing the other, sat by the wall. From the immediate front, fragrant bags sit no bigger than a palm, a variety of scents better to tell when held to the nose. Whetstones sit stacked mostly on top of one another, and then a cluster of hair ribbons and circular hair ties behind them. Behind the bags are a few scent oils--basically, perfumes, if not very big. There's a few to choose from, but...

...not as many as there are the soaps, which take up a half of the table in their choice. It's like a lush shop here of choice, different colours and sizes.

And Inigo and Tidus? Sit there, either playing cards or fiddling through the paper craft book available from the art supplies where the old library used to be.

A chalkboard sits balanced, with the words 'FREE 2 TAKE' written in big letters. In case you missed the public announcement.

1:
Come up, and have a look. Ask about what they've got.

2:
Or while you're here, maybe you can help Tidus, who pipes up to ask-

"Hey, quick question. How long 'til you're comfortable hugging someone?"

(ooc: as a note, all threads on this will be threeways! please enjoy trying to handle both teens at once. you can't seperate them.)

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Well, that was.. decidedly less cool than what Inigo imagined would happen. In fact, that very much looks like his first attempt at using it, if not a little worse..

It's a sad day when you realise that your parents aren't quite the invincible people you think they are.

And it's an even sadder day when you watch said parent get surrounded by Tidus's water higgledies as they start to hop all around Roland (Are they encouraging him? Making fun of him? Is this a funeral rite?) and then one even starts to splash water at him.

Which is why Inigo just stares at the miserable pile of human being on the floor for a moment, totally speechless. Even unable to move.

Then he puts his hands together in the most pitiful attempt of an applause ever.

"A-Ah, great attempt!"

Nailed it.

Do you need help getting up, Roland.. Inigo at least has the compassion to offer him a hand.

What in the world is even going on?!

How did he get from trying to pick himself up from the floor to suddenly being bombarded with cold water straight from the higgledies? Too much squealing and squeaking, some of them even dancing in front of him. Others are attempting to get him to stand up again, but why does he feel like they're laughing too? He wouldn't put it past them; energetic, mischievous things that they are. Not really sure how he should react to being splashed on, his light top suddenly wet until the chest. Roland runs a hand against his face, shakes his head when Inigo offers a hand up. He has dignity left! (Bambosh's own higgledies seem quite riled up too, jumping up and down as if telling him not to make a fool out of himself, otherwise they might look bad. Not that he would understand that at all...)

"I'm fine."

He's not going to comment on that absolutely false statement, it was not at all a fine attempt, and he sighs inwardly while shaking the last bits of water from his person. There are still some water higgledies on his shoulders, making noises and being rowdy, but he tries his best not to pay them any mind. Turns to Inigo while rubbing his arms and his hip.

"Alright, I'm going to have to find a wall. That would have been a disaster with a sword in my hand. Here, try it this time and let me watch again." He'll hand Inigo the grav-con back now, hoping a closer inspection from someone with more experience will do the trick.

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.

"Inigo, I have a good, strong feeling that these higgledies are most certainly not going to splash you the way they did to me." Because Tidus owns them, and it's Tidus's heart connected to them, and of course he would influence them enough to wet him after a fall. Roland is suddenly relieved he didn't have Hibber-Gibber during the hot springs debacle; that would have really done Roland in!

But that aside, he moves to give Inigo similar room to maneuver and watches even more closely. Doesn't take his eyes off of the motion for a single second, nodding as if he's committed it to visual memory. But muscle memory is what counts here, and he's going to have to try again before he can say he's got it down t he way Inigo does. As his companion falls on his backside, Roland walks up and stands right next to him, offering either a hand or a concerned tap of the shoulder; whichever Inigo might prefer taking. "Heh. That's still much more graceful than my fall. I've got to keep up. Good job, Inigo."

His spine is not a plaything!

And anyway, he offers a little bit of advice after watching him for a second time. Roland's own moves on a regular day involve a lot of landing on his feet for stability, so maybe it could help him out? His hands move to Inigo's stomach, with the other on his lower back. "Try bracing yourself here at the peak of the jump, then use your center of gravity to fall and hit a good landing. Your feet and your knees bent, too. It'll carry you through."

The higgledies circling them, noisier than the voices of echoes that may be watching their hijinks, start squealing in high-pitched approval. Yes, very good dear soul! Young traveler! Practice does indeed make perfect, hig!

He will definitely take that hand. See, at least he's listening to the advice Roland gave him! He's accepting other people's help! Although this is definitely the tiniest form of help possible to accept. But still, Inigo takes it without hesitation, rising back up to his feet and rubbing his butt. Thankfully the landing wasn't too hard, but it's still a little sore.

Though his hands drop the moment he suddenly feels Roland's hands instead. He looks confused for the slightest moment - this sure is a weird hug, dad - until he realises what the other is really doing. Then he quickly takes in the advice, nodding as he listens.

"Ah, really? I didn't imagine you were so used to this." Not that he doesn't think Roland is a great fighter! He saw what the other was able to do with Reno, despite Reno using a lot of dumb dirty electricity tricks.. But it's not like his head was clear enough to really study Roland back there, so today is the first time he's learning about all this flashiness that apparently resides inside of this old-but-young man.

"How about you take the grav-con back again then and show me how it's done? You're the one who needs to get used to it!" He'll even take off the device and hand it back over. "I think I need to go give these higglepals some hugs in the meantime for being so sweet and supportive."

"The core's everything in swordsmanship. Get that stable, and everything else follows." Roland nods, a small smile on his face as he straightens up. A fist curls as if trying to remember what it feels like to hold a sword right now, though it's a secondary requirement. Mastering the basics of a grav-con will need to take precedence.

Plus, it feels sort of nice to teach someone about what he knows of sword fighting. He took it up early in his pre-teens, and has consistently worked at it exclusively until other priorities pushed it back to a simple hobby.

He tightens the wrap around his hair, one of the ribbons gifted to him by Tidus and Inigo (red, today), and makes a gesture to have the grav-con returned to him for another go at the ideal new move. He's more or less figured out how to put it on himself, which leaves Inigo some room to gather up the so-called higglepals for so much needed Inigo cuddles. Roland however, can't really think of anything else but to succeed in this, or fall flat on his face again while trying. Such is the nature of training!

"I'm ready. I think I know where I made a mistake, after watching you again. Here goes." There's less hesitation this time in his movements, wasting little and just rushing as soon as the last word leaves his mouth. The higgledies are probably cheering for him, and perhaps it's Bambosh's presence that inspires in him courage to keep going. The second he jumps and activates the grav-con, he braces at a better position and replicates Inigo's twist after his foot bounces off the edge of the wall...

...but he still falls, though this time, it's with a rough barrel roll instead. He clicks his teeth against his tongue, crouched on the floor with one arm against his knee for balance. "Gah. Not quite."

Roland knows where he's going wrong. He glances up at Inigo, standing as he does so. "I'm hesitating. My body's not moving the way I want it to."

Inigo sure doesn't hesitate. After smiling at Roland for a moment, he's already turning around to scoop some of the higgledies running around straight into his arms. Granted, even Inigo - local hug expert - can't quite fit all of them in there, but there's a good mix of them gently squeezed in his arms when he turns back to look at Roland, ready to watch his second attempt.

Some of the tiny creatures even escape his embrace to instead sit on his shoulder or on the top of his head while watching - a few even jumping up and down as they cheer, though it doesn't seem to bother Inigo in the slightest.

He winces a tad at the fall, though he's thankful that Roland at least seems to have landed better than last time.

"Hesitating?" He repeats, looking back at the other. "Is it since your body is.."

You know, not as old as it used to be.

Is that a rude thing to say? It feels like it may be a rude thing to say. Which is why, rather than explicitly say it, Inigo's voice just trails off to imply it.

The sounds they make when they're happy is truly something he'll never really get used to. It won't startle him as it did the first time he encountered them, but Roland wonders where they get all that energy from, squealing and laughing, making sounds left and right. At least Inigo looked the part of the higgle-hugger.

And while Roland would usually shake such a comment off, this time he might take it a bit more seriously. He wasn't a heavy fighter, but since serving as Evan's right-hand, he's never enjoyed a moment's rest, a sword constantly in his grip. If not a sword, his pistol from home, seeing countless magitek upgrades. So, why? Was Inigo on the money...?

In learning something completely and utterly new, without the aid of the Spellworks to grant him the skills in the Arms Band directly, was he experiencing a temporary psychomotor deficiency? Wanting to move in a distinct way, but his mind forcing his limbs to prioritize safety over experience?

He definitely looks troubled. Roland attempts to explain, walking over to Inigo and the higgledies while wiping his brow with his forearm.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you might be right. All the skills I've learned are kind of preset already. Even the regular forms that make up the sword stance I practice. But this time, I'm forcing myself to move completely differently...with no help except from my own imagination." His finger finds the spot under his chin where it's evident he's back into the depths of his overthinking.

"Hm. I'm not sure how to get rid of this physical hesitation apart from falling a couple thousand times more." Welp. Would Inigo like his grav-con back? Roland's not succeeding in this as he initially expected.

"Heh, well, falling a couple thousand times more is exactly how I'm practicing.." Figuring that he'll get used to the feeling of flying through the air eventually. Then again, Inigo knows their situations aren't exactly the same. Inigo still is genuinely young, after all. He's never had any other body than this. It really has got to be harder for Roland, trying to adjust to his younger body after having to be used to his older one.

He'll take the grav-con back, but Inigo doesn't quite jump back into practice just yet. (He can practice more when Tidus is back, he figures.) Instead he can't help but want to help Roland with his own problem, considering Roland is pondering it so seriously.

"How about doing other forms of practice first? Where you have less danger of falling." And breaking his ~~not-so-old-man~~ spine. "You say that your swordfighting skills are already preset, but how about trying out other kinds of physical exercises and seeing how your body feels about those? Maybe there's a safer move among them you can practice to break through the mental barrier your age shift set up." See, Inigo can take these kinds of things seriously too! It's obvious he speaks right from the heart.

"And if you can't think of any, well.. I'm sure Tidus would love to put you to work."

If not just to see Roland sweat.

Roland doesn't quite shudder at the thought, but he does offer a rather dry expression. "Charming idea. But Tidus is a pro-athlete. I doubt his drills will be anything but simple." Or he would like to assume. He didn't get to spin around in mid-air (water) like that without some form of rigorous training, right?

Still. That's not at all a bad idea. Clearing some space again from the crowd of higgledies around their feet who did not get caught up in Inigo's hug, he recalls old exercise forms and decides on core work again, which he relies on plenty. Start with something familiar before moving on to something more dynamic. The end goal was to break the mental barrier stopping him from using his body the way his mind is intending; and he's close to that breakthrough. He just needs more time, more practice. This is why they were here, right?

"...Planks." Roland suddenly pipes up, looking straight at Inigo. "Why don't we start with planks? Have you heard of it before?"

...

Inigo is giving Roland just about the blankest look the older guy has probably ever seen on his face. In the middle of his confusion, some of the little guys in his arms manage to escape the embrace, jumping back to the ground so they can resume their playfighting.

"Planks?"

He repeats, as if trying to confirm that he heard that right.

And then, a moment later:

"You want Tidus to hit you.. with a plank of wood?" Geez, modern world training sure is weird!

"Heh. Not quite."

Though it's easy to imagine Tidus running around with a plank of wood, asking if he could hit Roland with it for practice...

He shakes his head and the grav-con is set aside for now, somewhere easy to reach. "Excuse me." He says politely to the higgledies which have crowded down by their feet, and the mix of them scatter in understanding, though some linger close to watch. Instead of explaining it to Inigo, Roland decides to demonstrate it instead. On all fours, his elbows sit nicely to the sides of his shoulders and his legs extend out in a similar width. In a second, Roland's body forms a straight, parallel line against the floor. For now, this is no problem as he looks up at Inigo from his spot, neck craned up.

"This is a plank. It engages the core for balance and stability. I was thinking we time ourselves." He disengages, kneeling as he straightens up. "It's not the most innovative exercise, but it'll do the job. Then we can move to more dynamic forms just like you suggested. Whaddya say?" Roland smiles, a slight tilt of his head with the higgledies in close proximity jumping up and down in strange glee.

If this was Tidus explaining this to him, Inigo would 100% assume that Tidus was trying to play some dumb prank on him. There'd be no doubt in his mind. This can't be some actual way to train, right? It looks ridiculous!

But it's not Tidus telling him about it. It's Roland. And sure, sure, even Roland can tease at times, but he'd never tell Inigo to do anything that'd make him look ridiculous as a prank...

.. Right? This is starting to get pretty sus, old man!

He does at least move down to kneel on the floor as well, but Inigo still looks very hesitant, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Is this really something people often do where you come from?" Why are all these other worlds so weird!

"It's a form of exercise, yes." He almost chuckles at Inigo at the level of disbelief in his face. At most, his voice rises to a particular pitch, amused. "I swear it! I'm not joking!"

He doesn't assume the plank position yet, waiting on Inigo and his level of comfort before he does so. "Trust me. It's a workout and a half. It just looks silly, but it'll make you sweat. Why don't you try it first? I'll help you."

The higgledies begin cheering up and down, some climbing Inigo as if needling him to do it. If he perks up his ears, Inigo will definitely hear the distinct squeal of encouragement. Young traveler, you have been summoned to participate! Hiig! Show him your bravery!

Meanwhile, Roland is just smiling and waiting, not really seeing this as anything but a stepping stone to mastering the grav-con for the both of them. Inigo's core can get even stronger - already a good base from the sword work he does - and Roland can warm up so his body listens to his mind as it attempts to stretch its limits.

It's funny how he had absolutely zero hesitation about heading down into a dark rat-invested sewer with Roland to fight blighted creatures, and yet this is what makes him pause. Doing something as simple as planking. It's definitely Inigo's embarrassment holding him back. He's going to look so dumb and he knows it!

But it's hard to not give in. Partially because of the insistent higgledies - he can't believe he gave Jumblie to Tidus to go along with him, where is she to defend him from this peer pressure now! - but mostly because of the way Roland smiles at him.

Inigo is so weak to that. If there's anything in this world he'd never want to do, it's disappoint his adoptive dad, so...

His cheeks burn, but he sucks in a breath, choosing to just go for it.

He lowers himself to the position Roland was in a moment ago, trying his best to emulate it. Getting on all fours, leaning on his arms, trying to keep his body as straight as possible.

Inigo isn't even bothered by the effort it takes to hold the position, his thoughts are much too occupied by what he must be looking like right now.. Come on, at least join him, Roland. Make this boy feel a little less embarrassed.

"L-- Like this?"

"Yeah, that's it! Attaboy!"

It's not really something he should be this excited about but he sort of is because it's new for Inigo, and it feels like some form of bonding at the same time. Roland's always happy to see Inigo expand his horizons from what he's used to, or what he's never known, so even a simple exercise makes him support him all the way. And that support extends as Roland follows suit, going into a plank position and advising him still, easily for now since he keeps active as much as possible.

But anyone who's ever done planks in succession would know how deceptive this was, how much pain and struggle follow time as it ticks...

"Keep your back a bit lower, make a straight line as much as possible - " Roland says, head tilted a bit to check on Inigo's form, making sure he's not hyperextending anything, before resumes to his own plank. Eyes leveled, staring ahead, chin neutral. "Here we go then. Let's do one full minute first. Keep it up!"

The only thing Roland doesn't foresee are the higgledies...Which in any other scenario would be quite welcome to join in. But right now, perhaps because it's Tidus's higgledies left with Roland's own bunch, all of them are crowding Roland and Inigo, jumping beside them, dancing on top of their backs, and some sliding beneath them to give them support from below. His eyes grow wide, but he tries his best to keep at the plank, and hopes Inigo was doing the same.

There's a lot that's going on, along Tidus's way to the general supplies. Minding the bizarre not-there passengers and Jublie's presence, and then the feedback he receives from Gibbers that can be described as sharing greatest amounts of positivity during... something. Flipping, right? Jumping around, getting them used to that. Fun with the grav-con. It makes Tidus eager to get back -- or, it's just how empty most of the train cars are to go down, with everyone trying to share space.

( Or, well, empty of actual living beings. )

But for the fuss, it's more the journey to and from the gymnasium from the armoury that has Tidus taking his time than anything else. No trouble from things that aren't actually there, at least. But he has to come back at some point, and so when else would be a good time than when Gibbers speaks the loudest to his heart? Are they getting it? Are they trying some cool move? Tidus has gotta see this--!

And what he sees upon opening one of the gym doors and entering into its wide space is... uh....

...

...

"...Are you two doing yoga...?"

His voice rings out loud and clear, echoing off the walls. This is the opposite of cool jumping flips.

Inigo is so focused on planking that he doesn't even notice the sound of the door opening. He's just trying to follow Roland's instructions, trying to do well so he won't let the other down. Even as the higgledies seem to be insistent on trying to make things a little harder in their enthusiasm - it's just hard to keep your balance between the ones jumping on your back and the ones touching you from below, okay!

But Tidus's voice? Now that's impossible to miss. Inigo's eyes grow wide the moment he hears it, and as if burned, he quickly moves out of the planking position - making sure to move backwards as he sits back on his knees so he won't accidentally squish any of the tiny creatures.

"T-- Tidus!" He glances between the other two in a panic. Was this a prank after all? Did Roland work together with Tidus to pull a prank on him? For a moment Inigo looks utterly betrayed.

His cheeks starting to grow red, Inigo's gaze ends up resting on Tidus's face, the small Jumblie higgledies still sitting in the blonde hair.

"I.. It's called planking!"

That sounds stupidly defensive when compared to the subject he's talking about.

Roland sighs, if only because they were so close to the full minute. "Hey, you broke form." No point in doing it alone, so he does a mountain climber, knees up to his chest before he sits down on his heels, looking at both of them with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"You know what yoga is but you don't know that was planking, Tidus? Huh." Look at him assuming again. There really must be more differences than similarities with the first world compared to Zanarkand/Spira and Ylisse, though the latter he knew for certain would be a complete jump. "I wasn't so successful with the grav-con, so Inigo suggested a more doable warmup." Let's forget the fact that Roland fell flat on his face for now! But he doesn't get up from his position, instead opting to stretch his arms again, one over the other, then stretched down to his back as if reaching for the middle.

"How was your detour?"

Or unspoken: hope he didn't see anything too unsavory on the way back.

"Eh," comes his answer - to Roland, obviously, not to Inigo, no matter his flustering going on right about now. He's walking on over, Jumblie - the many of her - on his person, a few balanced on his shoulders too. "S'fine. Spider's got a videogame tourney running in the dressing car, went and said hi to her. There's games in the game car too." So, you know, all the important distractions are currently ongoing.

He stops before the two, his look curious, but not really judgmental. ...well, maybe a little. Judging why they went with this and not something more cool.

"Is planking a yoga thing? I know floor exercises, don't know anything about yoga. It's a train thing." You know - a train thing!

"I know crunches and sit-ups. Does that count?" Whether it counts as a yoga thing or something else completely, Tidus, giving his limbs a quick stretch and telling the Jumblies, "Gonna be moving, hold on if you're staying" as he lowers to the floor.

He flattens out his arms stretched above his head, brings his knees up together, folded at the legs. And then, taking his time between each one, he starts to lift up his upper body, pushing up his legs -- trying to make his hands meet with the tops of his knees.

Just gonna start doing knee crunches, no big deal, this is what we're doing now right.

There is indeed so much flustering going on here, even if it goes ignored. Inigo still isn't quite over Tidus just wandering in on that, especially with his reaction to it all. Not to mention there's those initial words coming from Roland, which only seem to make Inigo freak out even more. He's not even sure anymore whether his brain is freaking out more about the embarrassment of a moment ago or the worry that he's disappointed Roland by not sticking to it for a minute. But--

"N-Not on purpose!" He whines, though goes silent after. Not that he's stretching like Roland or starting to do knee crunches like Tidus. ~~Showoff.~~ Inigo is more of a swordfighting kind of guy than a workout kind of guy, after all. Can't take the medieval mindset out of him. He's too unused to this whole thing to be getting into it the way the other two do.

Jumblie, seeming to sense his inner panic and subsequent sulking, is quick to jump out of Tidus's hair mid-crunch - sorry, pal! - before turning back into one full-sized higgledy mid-air and wiggling her way into his arms while he's still sitting there on his knees.

It doesn't stop him from being sulky, but at least encourages him enough to speak up again.

"Roland thinks the reason he can't handle the grav-con very well is that his mind isn't so used to his body being young."

Tidus pauses in his crunch, swinging a devilish look Roland's way.

"Oh yeahhhhhhh?"

Gotta interrupt tag order for that sweet implying tune. YOU GOT THE BRAIN OF A NINETY-TWO YEAR OLD UP IN THERE, GRAMPS??

INIGO, THAT WAS BETWEEN YOU AND ROLAND!!! He was trying so hard to be subtle about it too!!

But now that the truth has been revealed, between Inigo cradling his new friend and Tidus exercising right off the bat, Roland is compelled to say his peace if only because there has been a huge misunderstanding! He'll stand for now, dusting off his knees and crossing his arms again. Go do your crunches, just listen!

"Don't give me that." He appeals, though honestly he doesn't expect Tidus to bite. Roland stifles a sigh. "It's...I'm used to certain moves already, so when I try to deviate, it's like I'm reverting back. My mind's telling me to do it, try a completely different move, but my body won't follow. Like it's...hesitating. Get it?" And he hopes he does, Tidus was an athlete and Inigo was a swordsman. See, it's not so hard to understand!

"I just need to get better and work harder at it. That's all. Especially now that I'll be receiving a new modification on my pistol. I can't be falling behind on my training either."

What?? What happened to the getting into exercise thing? Is this only for train-father and son and not a Tidus? This is Tidus discrimination!

Which, you know, when you're the only guy doing crunches... Tidus sits up onto his butt, not about to be a solo fish in the pack; not when he's already feeling like he tried to get involved in something he didn't belong. But it's not so bad as he listens to Roland, and for the slip of the implication he makes (come on, he had to! but he's not going to be too mean about it), Tidus folds his arms, humming as the tiny Gibber-dies come over to jump in his lap.

"I get that. That's me and Inigo trying to teach me parrying all the time. I hate it." Not to be blunt or anything, and Inigo probably knows by his constant complaining which part he hates (not his sword partner). "What did you two try doing though? Did you do any normal jumps? You know... jumping in place. Doing a small jump into a run?"

Ah. He clicks his fingers, already thinking without waiting for an answer. "We should be in the training gym! Maybe the swinging bars'll help. Get you both used to being off your feet and moving in the air. And maybe that's what you need too--"

He gestures off, down the way towards the training gym.

"The landing mats they have. Do you worry any about your landing 'cause the ground in here's tough? We can go down the bottom and set up down there if you want a softer landing."

Sorry, but do you expect Inigo to ever fully keep something to himself unless you explicitly tell him to make sure to do so? Because this is what happens when you don't do that. Tidus learns about everything.

Inigo is quiet for a few moments though, the sulking at least slowly fading a bit. Mostly due to Jumblie's influence. It feels so hard to keep up the pout when her light always worms its way straight into his heart.

"I'm not really worried about landing.." But it's only him softly saying that rather than a protest. Inigo is used to getting hurt, it hardly even bothers him anymore at this point. But he figures it may be good for Roland? Who knows, maybe the other is a bit too protective of his body, especially if he's used to having an older one.

Also, yes, he did just skip completely over the parrying thing without commenting on it. It probably says something about just how used he is to Tidus's complaints about it. He doesn't even take it personally or Start A Thing about it right here and now. (Which is rare when it comes to these two.)

"Though getting my feet off the ground might help. I'm not used to all this.." He pauses, trying to find a good word for it, before just settling on, ".. air stuff."

Edited 2020-11-03 22:06 (UTC)

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