Roland puts down a bottle of scent-oil that reminds him of lavender, though there may be some reluctance at first. He's mused on the thought before, but he's attracted to grooming items only because his work has always depended on making an impactful first impression. It seems he's carried the habit even in the void.
Roland turns his head to watch Tidus move to the other table, though is attention is somewhat shared by Inigo's grumbling under his breath. Another debate on the appropriate times to hug it seems, and Roland can only guess this is because Tidus probably didn't want to hug Inigo again. And so the cycle of life continues; all is well with the universe. He shakes his head, amused, and makes a motion to join Tidus over on the opposite table; but he doesn't ignore that little jab Inigo makes, to which Roland answers with a quick, one-armed hug over his shoulders and a smirk on his lips.
"Resist the urge, pup. You'll wear him down yet."
Roland lets go and upon seeing the new spread set about by Tidus, his smile falls and surprise colors his expression. "Wow. These look gorgeous." Fingertips begin to touch the blankets, soft and thick, all embroidered and obviously crafted with expertise. He looks mighty impressed, as he lingers on a particular square, thread the same shade as his favorite color.
"All of this is from Irivar?" He says to Tidus, but his voice is thrown far enough that Inigo too, would be able to hear it.
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Roland puts down a bottle of scent-oil that reminds him of lavender, though there may be some reluctance at first. He's mused on the thought before, but he's attracted to grooming items only because his work has always depended on making an impactful first impression. It seems he's carried the habit even in the void.
Roland turns his head to watch Tidus move to the other table, though is attention is somewhat shared by Inigo's grumbling under his breath. Another debate on the appropriate times to hug it seems, and Roland can only guess this is because Tidus probably didn't want to hug Inigo again. And so the cycle of life continues; all is well with the universe. He shakes his head, amused, and makes a motion to join Tidus over on the opposite table; but he doesn't ignore that little jab Inigo makes, to which Roland answers with a quick, one-armed hug over his shoulders and a smirk on his lips.
"Resist the urge, pup. You'll wear him down yet."
Roland lets go and upon seeing the new spread set about by Tidus, his smile falls and surprise colors his expression. "Wow. These look gorgeous." Fingertips begin to touch the blankets, soft and thick, all embroidered and obviously crafted with expertise. He looks mighty impressed, as he lingers on a particular square, thread the same shade as his favorite color.
"All of this is from Irivar?" He says to Tidus, but his voice is thrown far enough that Inigo too, would be able to hear it.