Now, that gets him to loosen up a little bit, unused to the action but more receptive to Tidus's casual jest.
"Hey now, go easy on me. Didn't know there was a rulebook for these things." He answers lightly, nudging the arm nearest his. "And in my defense, only one of these are new. I got it even before Irivar." He takes a breath and out of his Arms Band comes a circular package, wrapped in paper and twine. He holds it in his lap for a moment, remembering exactly what was behind the packaging. If things turned out differently for both of them, he wouldn't have to second-guess things so hard. But now, knowing what he knows, what they spoke of underneath the cover of an alien twilight...He hopes he will still like it, regardless. Roland glances to the side, smiles and offers it to him at last.
"Here." He says, lowly. "Consider it a small victory against the train."
Should he choose to open it now, Roland will watch with sharp eyes and a trepidation lurking just below the surface. Tidus will find something he may not have expected, but is the closest to the real thing as they would ever get. A circular disk - a clock that can be attached to a wall. Instead of numbers however, there are colors in gradient transition. It's already active, and though it arrived in a light hue of red, the clock is now slowly turning deeper and deeper into its spectrum - red, to orange.
Tied with an other piece of string to hold it up; a letter folded into fours. Instructions in block letters; steps that Roland was able to decipher after days of study and deliberation about how it works, timed by the hour if they used their SCA's. At the bottom, another scribble: If you want to order more. 'A fully functional wall clock that can tell the time on the Voidtrecker Express.'
He feels better now that he's given it to him. Folding his arms back against his chest, his gaze now leveled with the ceiling of their tiny accommodation. He smirks, allowing some mirth to color his tone.
"...should I have gotten you flowers and chocolate, too? Heh." A return to Tidus's joke, just to break the mood if there ever was one.
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"Hey now, go easy on me. Didn't know there was a rulebook for these things." He answers lightly, nudging the arm nearest his. "And in my defense, only one of these are new. I got it even before Irivar." He takes a breath and out of his Arms Band comes a circular package, wrapped in paper and twine. He holds it in his lap for a moment, remembering exactly what was behind the packaging. If things turned out differently for both of them, he wouldn't have to second-guess things so hard. But now, knowing what he knows, what they spoke of underneath the cover of an alien twilight...He hopes he will still like it, regardless. Roland glances to the side, smiles and offers it to him at last.
"Here." He says, lowly. "Consider it a small victory against the train."
Should he choose to open it now, Roland will watch with sharp eyes and a trepidation lurking just below the surface. Tidus will find something he may not have expected, but is the closest to the real thing as they would ever get. A circular disk - a clock that can be attached to a wall. Instead of numbers however, there are colors in gradient transition. It's already active, and though it arrived in a light hue of red, the clock is now slowly turning deeper and deeper into its spectrum - red, to orange.
Tied with an other piece of string to hold it up; a letter folded into fours. Instructions in block letters; steps that Roland was able to decipher after days of study and deliberation about how it works, timed by the hour if they used their SCA's. At the bottom, another scribble: If you want to order more. 'A fully functional wall clock that can tell the time on the Voidtrecker Express.'
He feels better now that he's given it to him. Folding his arms back against his chest, his gaze now leveled with the ceiling of their tiny accommodation. He smirks, allowing some mirth to color his tone.
"...should I have gotten you flowers and chocolate, too? Heh." A return to Tidus's joke, just to break the mood if there ever was one.