'Congested...? Heh. That's new.' Roland doesn't take it to offense. In fact, that's when he manages to smile. A real one this time.
He'll never admit it out loud, but it's when they act this way that gets him to shed a bit of the defenses he naturally puts up. They're only there because of need, anyway. Always had to be the guy making the shots, thinking of the greater good. Making sure everyone was accounted for, especially in his own home...Though that came in varying degrees of success. No better feeling in the world to do it, too: to look out for them all. But the personal sacrifice it came with, well. A small price to pay.
Yet as always, Tidus and Inigo managed to pry it out of him. The idea that he could just be without the reservations. To know him genuinely, and for Roland to be allowed to do the same with them. He's been on the train for some time now, not as long as his previous adventure yet, but he's still unused to their openness. He likes the feeling that comes with it, though. He won't deny himself that.
Their sentiments breach far enough that Roland actually opens and closes his mouth like a gaping fish when Inigo says something about not caring about them, what they like. "No, wait. That's not true!" Quick to the defense, that's definitely not what he meant! "I like knowing about the things you enjoy. Both of you." Roland looks to the right, looks to the left, appeals with his eyes gleaming under low light.
"...Okay. We'll build the model figure. I'll let Inigo decide if he wants to keep doing it or not. Then maybe I can...help either of you out with your hobbies. Yeah, sounds fair. Right?" He sits back, and the braid in his hair loosens even more with the motions he's made. Flowers falling to his lap, but some remaining stuck against thicker strands. Roland Crane, the president weak to the influence of stubborn yet incredibly well-meaning teenagers, siting in his own defeat.
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He'll never admit it out loud, but it's when they act this way that gets him to shed a bit of the defenses he naturally puts up. They're only there because of need, anyway. Always had to be the guy making the shots, thinking of the greater good. Making sure everyone was accounted for, especially in his own home...Though that came in varying degrees of success. No better feeling in the world to do it, too: to look out for them all. But the personal sacrifice it came with, well. A small price to pay.
Yet as always, Tidus and Inigo managed to pry it out of him. The idea that he could just be without the reservations. To know him genuinely, and for Roland to be allowed to do the same with them. He's been on the train for some time now, not as long as his previous adventure yet, but he's still unused to their openness. He likes the feeling that comes with it, though. He won't deny himself that.
Their sentiments breach far enough that Roland actually opens and closes his mouth like a gaping fish when Inigo says something about not caring about them, what they like. "No, wait. That's not true!" Quick to the defense, that's definitely not what he meant! "I like knowing about the things you enjoy. Both of you." Roland looks to the right, looks to the left, appeals with his eyes gleaming under low light.
"...Okay. We'll build the model figure. I'll let Inigo decide if he wants to keep doing it or not. Then maybe I can...help either of you out with your hobbies. Yeah, sounds fair. Right?" He sits back, and the braid in his hair loosens even more with the motions he's made. Flowers falling to his lap, but some remaining stuck against thicker strands. Roland Crane, the president weak to the influence of stubborn yet incredibly well-meaning teenagers, siting in his own defeat.