'I'm definitely the wrong person for the job if that's what it takes. Heh.'
Imagine someone bearing witness to such a thing, this genius turn of events, the madhouse that is hanging out with twin teens who always keep him on his toes. Roland thinks to back Inigo up some when he runs to get the candy bar, maybe a hand twitching forward to try and help him out here since alone, he was powerless against the Mighty Titan that is Tidus. But like every other occasion, Roland has to take a step back, having to double guess if he's actually seeing what's in front of him. Inigo has planted a smooth one on Tidus, there's a lingering moment there that he's not quite sure what to make of, before the screaming comes and the candy bar is flying back into Inigo's face, a thump as loud as any when the half-eaten item hits his nose. Roland can only gape.
He doesn't do this for long. He clears his throat, tail swishing faster than ever, and his hand on his hip once more.
"Well now." He says, his expression unreadable if not for the glint of utter amusement dancing in his eyes. Or the lilt in his voice, the one that's the clear tell he could be laughing if he wasn't Roland. "Guess you didn't need me after all, Inigo."
And just because this is too much, here's Mister President having to add more fuel to the fire, maybe as revenge of his own making -
"So...you liking the taste of that candy bar? I mean, if this is the new rule for a trade, then I'm pretty much beat out. Heh." His expression breaks, and it's that Look he always throws at either one of them. Only this time it's colored with a different stroke of glee, like watching a show take its most comedic turn. He won't even give either of them a chance, already grinning to himself and walking back to the pile of candy on the ground, crouching to start picking out the sour candies he can see poke out from their own collection.
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'I'm definitely the wrong person for the job if that's what it takes. Heh.'
Imagine someone bearing witness to such a thing, this genius turn of events, the madhouse that is hanging out with twin teens who always keep him on his toes. Roland thinks to back Inigo up some when he runs to get the candy bar, maybe a hand twitching forward to try and help him out here since alone, he was powerless against the Mighty Titan that is Tidus. But like every other occasion, Roland has to take a step back, having to double guess if he's actually seeing what's in front of him. Inigo has planted a smooth one on Tidus, there's a lingering moment there that he's not quite sure what to make of, before the screaming comes and the candy bar is flying back into Inigo's face, a thump as loud as any when the half-eaten item hits his nose. Roland can only gape.
He doesn't do this for long. He clears his throat, tail swishing faster than ever, and his hand on his hip once more.
"Well now." He says, his expression unreadable if not for the glint of utter amusement dancing in his eyes. Or the lilt in his voice, the one that's the clear tell he could be laughing if he wasn't Roland. "Guess you didn't need me after all, Inigo."
And just because this is too much, here's Mister President having to add more fuel to the fire, maybe as revenge of his own making -
"So...you liking the taste of that candy bar? I mean, if this is the new rule for a trade, then I'm pretty much beat out. Heh." His expression breaks, and it's that Look he always throws at either one of them. Only this time it's colored with a different stroke of glee, like watching a show take its most comedic turn. He won't even give either of them a chance, already grinning to himself and walking back to the pile of candy on the ground, crouching to start picking out the sour candies he can see poke out from their own collection.