Beautiful!

He just giggled and smiled brightly at her. “My name’s Inigo, mommy told me that I needed to learn how to talk to other people.” He kicked the ground, hoping that he wasn’t intruding on her.

"Inigo, huh? That’s a nice name." she said kindly, kneeling down so she was at the boy’s level. "My name’s Yumiko. It’s nice to meet you, Inigo!~" She smiled at the little Inigo and reached up to ruffle his hair lightly.

"Is it really?" He smiled brightly at her and held onto his hands shyly. "Your name's nice too miss!" Inigo pouted at his hair was ruffled up and fixed it. "What were you singing? It sounded like the one my mother hummed."

He just giggled and smiled brightly at her. "My name's Inigo, mommy told me that I needed to learn how to talk to other people." He kicked the ground, hoping that he wasn't intruding on her.

Inigo looked at his other self with curious eyes, nodding as if he understood but didn't really yet. "The old future huh?" He grinned as he reached up to the other Inigo. "I'm surprised I got so big and strong though! I never thought that I would be able to be like you some day!"

"Oh I think I get it? So if I tell a beautiful person like you to bear my children, a baby just pops out? That's so scary!"

Inigo blinked as he nodded, feeling a little bit fearful that she knew his name. "T-That's right... H-How do you know my name? D-Did mother tell you?" She stuttered, scared that she was going to hurt him now.

"Me from the future? Wow!" Inigo's eyes shined brightly. "Does this mean that I really became a dancer that I've always dreamed of? Wait, what do you mean that you came from a different future?"

"A-Alright..? Promise that you'll come back to me soon?" He looked at her then ran into his room to practice his dance moves.

"Hmm? Wow! Thanks father!" He smiled as he chuckled and moved to sit on his father's lap. "Can you read this with me? There's still some words that I don't understand." Inigo looked down shyly, unsure if Henry would agree to this or not.

Henry chuckled at his son, picking him up and shifting him onto one arm. “Hey Inigo, Daddy’s got something for you,” he said reaching for his pouch with his free hand. “Hold out your hands!”

Inigo laughed when he was picked up. "Hmm? What did you get me Father?" He smiled as she held out his hands, wanting to know what Henry got for him.

For the next five questions my Muse can not tell a lie.

Abuse this.

"Oh love…" the pinkette’s face fell a little as she listened to him sniffle. With another soft kiss to the top of his head, she started to rub his back through the towel in comfort, shushing quietly. "Don’t you dare let them get you down, okay? I happen to think you are a wonderful dancer, especially if you gained any of my experience."

The young boy continued to cry as he held onto his mother, saddened by the fact that everyone in the world was so cruel. What was wrong with being a dancer like his mother? She's the best dancer that he's ever seen! As he listened to her, he nodded slowly. "I-I'll... I'll try mother... but you're still way better than me."

Your muse finds my muse curled up in the shower crying, what's their reaction?