This is too much for Inigo's brain. Truly. It's given up on trying to process this thought, and instead he pipes up with the instinctive answer that only covers literally a single part of what Tidus is saying here: ]
There's no way any me would want to see me dance! [ PLEASE, TIDUS! ] Are you saying you think other yous would like watching you play blitzball?!
[ Bro, that's a weird hobby! That's exhibitionism to another level entirely! ]
I'd play blitzball against me! [ Is this the exact question? No. But it still counts!! ] Why stick to watching? Let's see who the best Tidus is out there! A team of Tidus against a team of Tidus!
[ That's twelve Tiduses. Can a blitz sphere handle that many Tidus? ]
And just think! All of you could watch and help each other with your dancing! They're the best people to be watching you!
[ Again, missing the TV part of this scenario. But shh, nevermind that! ]
[ Inigo sputters. His face is getting so red. It truly looks like Inigo has reached the end of his rope here, and his brain is about to absolutely short-circuit and shut down entirely, unable to cope with only just the idea of this reality.
Even trying to distract himself with the thought of several Tiduses playing blitzball together doesn't help, since it's just more flustering to think of that many handsome guys with nice bodies playing sports..
So he shakes his head. OUT. ALL OF THESE THOUGHTS, OUT OF THIS HOLY HOUSE! ]
This has nothing to do with these shows! [ At least Inigo seems to finally have figured this out. Maybe it's better to be confused by technology than to be flustered over all these other things. ] I bet we couldn't even watch blitzball or dancing here!
[ Is that a challenge, Inigo. Never say anything that sounds like a challenge in front of Tidus "Challenge Master" Finalfantasy over here, dude. ]
Oh? [ Oh? You're approaching challenging Tidus? He's already bringing up his SCA hand and fiddling with it, bringing up the map that he glances to, to check they're on the right path to the hotel...
He looks ahead, then back at it, and jumps a step forward; and with barely a glance at Inigo, declares, ] Then we better find out!
[ --and he's bolting, as much as someone can bolt through a busy part of festivities taking place. But Tidus is searching for the room, and going in the direction he knows he needs to go.
At least, technically. But you better keep up if you don't wanna get left behind, Inigo!!!! ]
we can probably wrap this one up here so we can have some room for delicious mission threads!!
Especially since Inigo's reaction is typical too. He realises just a moment too late what Tidus is doing, which makes his jaw drop in surprise.. but then he does quickly take off after the other, recklessly chasing him.
Don't mind them, people of this place. Just two dumb boys racing through the streets. Clearly nothing weird about it. ]
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This is too much for Inigo's brain. Truly. It's given up on trying to process this thought, and instead he pipes up with the instinctive answer that only covers literally a single part of what Tidus is saying here: ]
There's no way any me would want to see me dance! [ PLEASE, TIDUS! ] Are you saying you think other yous would like watching you play blitzball?!
[ Bro, that's a weird hobby! That's exhibitionism to another level entirely! ]
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[ That's twelve Tiduses. Can a blitz sphere handle that many Tidus? ]
And just think! All of you could watch and help each other with your dancing! They're the best people to be watching you!
[ Again, missing the TV part of this scenario. But shh, nevermind that! ]
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[ Inigo sputters. His face is getting so red. It truly looks like Inigo has reached the end of his rope here, and his brain is about to absolutely short-circuit and shut down entirely, unable to cope with only just the idea of this reality.
Even trying to distract himself with the thought of several Tiduses playing blitzball together doesn't help, since it's just more flustering to think of that many handsome guys with nice bodies playing sports..
So he shakes his head. OUT. ALL OF THESE THOUGHTS, OUT OF THIS HOLY HOUSE! ]
This has nothing to do with these shows! [ At least Inigo seems to finally have figured this out. Maybe it's better to be confused by technology than to be flustered over all these other things. ] I bet we couldn't even watch blitzball or dancing here!
[ Is that a challenge, Inigo. Never say anything that sounds like a challenge in front of Tidus "Challenge Master" Finalfantasy over here, dude. ]
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approachingchallenging Tidus? He's already bringing up his SCA hand and fiddling with it, bringing up the map that he glances to, to check they're on the right path to the hotel...He looks ahead, then back at it, and jumps a step forward; and with barely a glance at Inigo, declares, ] Then we better find out!
[ --and he's bolting, as much as someone can bolt through a busy part of festivities taking place. But Tidus is searching for the room, and going in the direction he knows he needs to go.
At least, technically. But you better keep up if you don't wanna get left behind, Inigo!!!! ]
we can probably wrap this one up here so we can have some room for delicious mission threads!!
Especially since Inigo's reaction is typical too. He realises just a moment too late what Tidus is doing, which makes his jaw drop in surprise.. but then he does quickly take off after the other, recklessly chasing him.
Don't mind them, people of this place. Just two dumb boys racing through the streets. Clearly nothing weird about it. ]