It definitely is, and you best believe he's riding on it.
"Ah. Of course. My apologies to the master craftsman, heh. Please continue." Roland jokes in return, a smirk quirking the corner of his lips as he keeps to himself until the art in Inigo's hands is revealed...perhaps, soon. It's something he's said often to Inigo, but it bears repeating that talented people, especially in areas that Roland knows he has little affinity with, earn his greatest of respects. It makes him just as giddy as Inigo is in his exploration of Roland's own hobbies, in particular his childhood movies.
He supposes there's no harm in talking shop. What's there to lie about when he literally consumed popular media growing up, loves it to this day despite his age?
Roland continues to watch Inigo's handiwork as he responds
"I think every kid wanted to be just like the Ghost Hunters back in the day. There were four of them, you know." His eyes drift to the artificial light of the car as the memory grows even more stark as he returns to snapshots of his youth. Sitting there in plush chairs, forgetting all about his popcorn and hotdog in complete rapture of the movie before him. Who knew he would be living out every movie trope he's ever watched as an adult, in real life?
"I always thought of myself as the coolest one of them all, the guy who invented the Blaster Guns they used to capture ghosts and paranormal creatures. He wasn't the most popular one but...I don't know, something drew me to him. He didn't care if nobody liked his work or understood the need to capture ghosts. He kept going anyway."
Hello, Aremican Harold Ramis. At least, nothing could be said for how fondly he speaks of it. Would Inigo care to know that at some point, a very small Roland actually tried dressing up as a Ghost Hunter for Halloween?
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"Ah. Of course. My apologies to the master craftsman, heh. Please continue." Roland jokes in return, a smirk quirking the corner of his lips as he keeps to himself until the art in Inigo's hands is revealed...perhaps, soon. It's something he's said often to Inigo, but it bears repeating that talented people, especially in areas that Roland knows he has little affinity with, earn his greatest of respects. It makes him just as giddy as Inigo is in his exploration of Roland's own hobbies, in particular his childhood movies.
He supposes there's no harm in talking shop. What's there to lie about when he literally consumed popular media growing up, loves it to this day despite his age?
Roland continues to watch Inigo's handiwork as he responds
"I think every kid wanted to be just like the Ghost Hunters back in the day. There were four of them, you know." His eyes drift to the artificial light of the car as the memory grows even more stark as he returns to snapshots of his youth. Sitting there in plush chairs, forgetting all about his popcorn and hotdog in complete rapture of the movie before him. Who knew he would be living out every movie trope he's ever watched as an adult, in real life?
"I always thought of myself as the coolest one of them all, the guy who invented the Blaster Guns they used to capture ghosts and paranormal creatures. He wasn't the most popular one but...I don't know, something drew me to him. He didn't care if nobody liked his work or understood the need to capture ghosts. He kept going anyway."
Hello, Aremican Harold Ramis. At least, nothing could be said for how fondly he speaks of it. Would Inigo care to know that at some point, a very small Roland actually tried dressing up as a Ghost Hunter for Halloween?