(Maybe sometimes bros just start rubbing off on each other a little bit, who knows..)
"W-Well!" Inigo starts, bravely. But the protest soon dies in his throat, because he knows Tidus is just right. There's nothing he can say about it. He truly can't even dance in front of Tidus normally. Or in front of anyone. If there wouldn't already have been a blush on his cheeks, surely it would have appeared at this very moment at his realisation of shame.
He glances down, staring intensely at his shoes, as if it's their fault all of this is happening. Inigo kicks a little at the floor.
"I probably could do that sort of thing one day.." He mumbles, clearly embarrassed. "But it doesn't help when you say guys can't do that sort of thing."
Since that's part of what makes him so insecure about dancing as a whole to begin with.
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"W-Well!" Inigo starts, bravely. But the protest soon dies in his throat, because he knows Tidus is just right. There's nothing he can say about it. He truly can't even dance in front of Tidus normally. Or in front of anyone. If there wouldn't already have been a blush on his cheeks, surely it would have appeared at this very moment at his realisation of shame.
He glances down, staring intensely at his shoes, as if it's their fault all of this is happening. Inigo kicks a little at the floor.
"I probably could do that sort of thing one day.." He mumbles, clearly embarrassed. "But it doesn't help when you say guys can't do that sort of thing."
Since that's part of what makes him so insecure about dancing as a whole to begin with.