Unbeknownst to the two troublemakers, Roland was slowly starting to grow more cognizant of the game. An equally talented tactician himself, the fact that he was being led to a bigger space than the train's hallways - the Gym car - meant there was probably something happening there. The pillow fight? He briefly wonders if it was initiated by either, but that's not what matters. What matters is how he can get in a little revenge...
"Hm." He stays quiet, pausing just inches away from the entrance. He deliberates fast. If he walked in now, he'd just be exposing himself to both of them in a potential pincer formation, two pillows straight to his face. One could ambush him as he walks in too, while the other pelts him from a distance. So, ever the peacemaker, even if there were no stakes and it was just a pillow fight, he takes a long step back, just enough, and calls out to them with a loud voice. Whatever their response, he knows exactly what he needs to do.
"Isn't this a little unfair? I'm being ganged up on and I'm unarmed. How about a truce, so I can stand on equal ground here?" He feels his lips turn in a small smirk. This was getting interesting.
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"Hm." He stays quiet, pausing just inches away from the entrance. He deliberates fast. If he walked in now, he'd just be exposing himself to both of them in a potential pincer formation, two pillows straight to his face. One could ambush him as he walks in too, while the other pelts him from a distance. So, ever the peacemaker, even if there were no stakes and it was just a pillow fight, he takes a long step back, just enough, and calls out to them with a loud voice. Whatever their response, he knows exactly what he needs to do.
"Isn't this a little unfair? I'm being ganged up on and I'm unarmed. How about a truce, so I can stand on equal ground here?" He feels his lips turn in a small smirk. This was getting interesting.