Oh look, he's being signalled in morse bro. Signalled a question that brings in his brow, makes him re-think the number. Eighty-seven? he mouths back, but just as questioning as what Inigo gave him. He doesn't know, all these ages confuse him? You think he's been paying attention to the roster lately??
Anyway, back to his own work on this old geezer while Inigo fixes up his hair. Tidus will fix up....his everything else. Or something.
Except, Roland planted his foot on the edge of something there, gets Tidus to open his mouth to speak, but nothing but an awkward sputter comes out. He touches the side of his hair, the strands that've been losing their blond shine to them. The roots showing the darker colour underneath.
"If I let my hair grow out," he aims to say affably, "it wouldn't be because you told me to. …maybe I wanna let it go back to normal."
He drops his hand into his lap, then beside him on the seating. You know... not that he's been thinking about it... not that he's been wondering about how it'd look! It even makes him forget about correcting Roland on his actual age.
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Anyway, back to his own work on this old geezer while Inigo fixes up his hair. Tidus will fix up....his everything else. Or something.
Except, Roland planted his foot on the edge of something there, gets Tidus to open his mouth to speak, but nothing but an awkward sputter comes out. He touches the side of his hair, the strands that've been losing their blond shine to them. The roots showing the darker colour underneath.
"If I let my hair grow out," he aims to say affably, "it wouldn't be because you told me to. …maybe I wanna let it go back to normal."
He drops his hand into his lap, then beside him on the seating. You know... not that he's been thinking about it... not that he's been wondering about how it'd look! It even makes him forget about correcting Roland on his actual age.