Roland lets out a couple more chuckles, his grin still pretty wide. He's having a ton of fun all on his own here, the turn of events pretty unexpected yet he doesn't deny that it turns him to putty knowing he's here for things like this. Ridiculous as they are, or how traumatizing it might be for some of us...

He walks over to Inigo and pats his shoulder twice, with every intention of helping the pup out on the greatest dilemma yet. "Oh, he'll be fine. But let me see what I can do." Tidus looks close to being so one with the bean bag, he could be one himself at this rate. He's shrinking and staring like it's all over. Roland flashes Inigo a total look of I've got this before walking over to the other, sinking, sinking, slumped all the way down -

- Roland removes the ears from his head and disconnects the tail so it doesn't drag. The said appendage limps, falls out of order as it loses all life. The headpiece is then put on Tidus's head easily, since he seemed to offer very little resistance.

Let's see if his first attempt will get him anywhere. He crouches next to him, not quite taking a seat on the floor or leaning on the adjacent bean bag that he isn't occupying, nudging him gently with an elbow.

"...Cat got your tongue?"