The enthusiasm for star folding is met with some form of relief that the question on his own birthday is diverted to what matters. Inigo's celebration is far more meaningful than anything Roland would ever dream of having or holding; too old for things like that, and in the first place, he's already been through forty something years of it. Inigo though, and what he knows of Inigo's world and history...Oh, that would be deserving of the grandest party the train's ever seen. That he would fold a million and one stars for.
"August 7, eh?" Roland repeats cheerfully, his own star left to the side for another piece of paper. He's glad most of all that it's a date both familiar to him, and one he can easily remember. "I'll take note of that. Seems our worlds finally found some sort of middle ground. I rememer August back home being the height of summer too..." Or at least, at the cusp of fall, usually with the transition of falling leaves darting around the first two weeks of September. His smile grows fond as he folds more stars.
"Isn't that just like you, though? Your day of birth on a season where the sun shines the brightest and highest. Heh. I like it. Don't you agree, Jumblie?" His hand drifts and offers another secret star - smaller this time - to the higgledy minding its own business, twirling and dancing as if it was performing for an audience. It may as well have been, with how Roland's eyes drift to its small frame from time to time.
He quietly reminds himself to ask Senku to count from today so he knows when August comes for his son.
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"August 7, eh?" Roland repeats cheerfully, his own star left to the side for another piece of paper. He's glad most of all that it's a date both familiar to him, and one he can easily remember. "I'll take note of that. Seems our worlds finally found some sort of middle ground. I rememer August back home being the height of summer too..." Or at least, at the cusp of fall, usually with the transition of falling leaves darting around the first two weeks of September. His smile grows fond as he folds more stars.
"Isn't that just like you, though? Your day of birth on a season where the sun shines the brightest and highest. Heh. I like it. Don't you agree, Jumblie?" His hand drifts and offers another secret star - smaller this time - to the higgledy minding its own business, twirling and dancing as if it was performing for an audience. It may as well have been, with how Roland's eyes drift to its small frame from time to time.
He quietly reminds himself to ask Senku to count from today so he knows when August comes for his son.