Inigo is half waiting for the groaning coming from Tidus. He's at least grown used enough to the dynamic between the three of them that Inigo knows that what Roland is saying right now is exactly the sort of thing that would get Tidus to roll his eyes, or huff, or call Roland an old man - or all three at the same time, sometimes.

Instead Tidus's reaction is a bit more difficult to read. Inigo glances over, trying to figure it out, but then realises he can't quite think of what would make Tidus feel so awkward about having long hair. So he instead focuses his attention back on Roland's hair while he speaks, braiding it further.

"Then you should definitely try it out! If you don't like it, you can always.. dye it again? Right? Is that how it works?" Don't look at him, he's rapidly trying to process this information over here.

Inigo's starting to finish up the braid, wrapping it up at the end with the ribbon. Next up are the flowers-- though he's momentarily distracted when Tidus continues.

"Wait, me?" Judging by his tone, he didn't see that suggestion coming. It makes Inigo go quiet for a moment too, surprisingly finding himself running into the same, yet opposite daddy issues. The colour of his hair is just about the only thing that he resembles his father in - never managing to match the man in anything other than looks. And then there's his sister. "I.. No, it would be slightly strange to change it now, wouldn't it? I've always looked this way."