[ Gibbers will make room for Jumblie as she needs it, like Tidus might make room for anything Inigo might want to do. But the two higgledys share as regular a space with each other as their friends do; and as the golden creature presses herself into him, warm and joyful, there's a small noise that leaves Tidus's lips. Surprised-- but pleasant. Inigo's tiny friend never unwelcome to him.
But then she leaves, and Tidus looks back to Inigo, if not completely. The little creature catching his eye -- both their eyes, the way it sways, a habit all the higgledies seem to love, except- ]
A dancer? [ There he speaks with the same surprised tone. Tidus pulls his arm away, and Gibbrs blinks in a flash of light from his lap, joining where Jumblie dance. Jumblie can take one of his tiny hands and join him in her routine, or he can break out into his own crazy moves.
But as for Tidus, he shuffles himself, bringing himself to face Inigo. Bright-eyed, curious. ] --What about now? Do you still want to?
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But then she leaves, and Tidus looks back to Inigo, if not completely. The little creature catching his eye -- both their eyes, the way it sways, a habit all the higgledies seem to love, except- ]
A dancer? [ There he speaks with the same surprised tone. Tidus pulls his arm away, and Gibbrs blinks in a flash of light from his lap, joining where Jumblie dance. Jumblie can take one of his tiny hands and join him in her routine, or he can break out into his own crazy moves.
But as for Tidus, he shuffles himself, bringing himself to face Inigo. Bright-eyed, curious. ] --What about now? Do you still want to?