[ As Connor repeats him, Tidus snaps full attention on him, bewildered. Creepy to hear his own words echoed and disjointed, but it's hearing the same language that unsettles him the most.
...Is it unsettling? Something close to it, maybe. He lets whatever communication happens between Hank and Connor before pointing back at Connor. ]
You. You're Connor. [ The finger curls away, his thumb pointing at himself. ] I'm Tidus. [ Then that curls, and he bobs his fist towards Hank. ]
He's Hank.
[ Tidus pauses. Lets the absolute embarrassment of this situation sink into him -- what is he doing -- before resting his hands on the ends of his knees. Takes in a deep breath and shakes out his shoulders. ]
Maggie's a dog. Hank's a detective. You're a, uhh...
...
...pretty swell guy?
[ He winces at himself, shoulders hunching as he lets out an exasperated breath, throwing up his hands. ] I dunno! This is stupid...
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...Is it unsettling? Something close to it, maybe. He lets whatever communication happens between Hank and Connor before pointing back at Connor. ]
You. You're Connor. [ The finger curls away, his thumb pointing at himself. ] I'm Tidus. [ Then that curls, and he bobs his fist towards Hank. ]
He's Hank.
[ Tidus pauses. Lets the absolute embarrassment of this situation sink into him -- what is he doing -- before resting his hands on the ends of his knees. Takes in a deep breath and shakes out his shoulders. ]
Maggie's a dog. Hank's a detective. You're a, uhh...
...
...pretty swell guy?
[ He winces at himself, shoulders hunching as he lets out an exasperated breath, throwing up his hands. ] I dunno! This is stupid...
[ Or incredibly humiliating.
Or both. ]