The threats sound hollow to Roland, and it takes a lot out of him not to grin wider and taunt further. No wonder Tidus enjoyed trying to rile reactions from time to time; this did have its charm. In fact, his laugh is honestly amused at the tirade thrown his way, giving him a chance to pop more rocks inside his mouth with a singular, annoying wiggle of a brow.
And he would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for those darned twin teens.
For Roland's biggest mistake is not in the hubris which he performs dastardly acts of candy theft and the following consumption of sour candies that were not bartered legally. No, the downfall of Icarus happens because he forgets that the twin teens have seen him improvise too many times. That, and between his lack of magical expertise and their fluency in higglespeak, both have a better relationship with the creatures bound to their hearts. Creatures he gifted to them, so one might argue that Roland did this to himself. How the chief consul must suffer!
There's no time for Roland to realize what's happening when Jumblie performs Higgledy Daze out of nowhere - magic that's far stronger than he expected, especially now that he's on the receiving end and not the guy telling them what to do. He only understands the move as the incredibly bright light almost blinds, forcing him to cover his face with both arms in the seconds that it lasts. A sharp cry is all that's heard from him, before blue and yellow higgledy helpers surround his body, crawling all over limb and shoulder and hair. They move and tug, trying to find candy to take...
Meanwhile, Roland is unable to stop the straight laugh from the bellows of his stomach. He's on the floor, sat uncharacteristically casual with legs trying to cross over the other. 'These tricksters taking a page from my book...!' Even if they had no clue he performed the very same move many moons ago. As to why he's laughing, well. It could be because the entire show of it all has amused him to no end, or that the higgledy helpers are not actually stealing the candy he's pocketed back, but are tickling him from the inside, some small magical heads popping out of his shirt collar, others dancing on his knee and thighs.
Some weird miscommunication is happening here, but at least there are a couple who are filing in a straight line, carrying a few boxes of sour candies back to their respective owners in offering.
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And he would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for those darned twin teens.
For Roland's biggest mistake is not in the hubris which he performs dastardly acts of candy theft and the following consumption of sour candies that were not bartered legally. No, the downfall of Icarus happens because he forgets that the twin teens have seen him improvise too many times. That, and between his lack of magical expertise and their fluency in higglespeak, both have a better relationship with the creatures bound to their hearts. Creatures he gifted to them, so one might argue that Roland did this to himself. How the chief consul must suffer!
There's no time for Roland to realize what's happening when Jumblie performs Higgledy Daze out of nowhere - magic that's far stronger than he expected, especially now that he's on the receiving end and not the guy telling them what to do. He only understands the move as the incredibly bright light almost blinds, forcing him to cover his face with both arms in the seconds that it lasts. A sharp cry is all that's heard from him, before blue and yellow higgledy helpers surround his body, crawling all over limb and shoulder and hair. They move and tug, trying to find candy to take...
Meanwhile, Roland is unable to stop the straight laugh from the bellows of his stomach. He's on the floor, sat uncharacteristically casual with legs trying to cross over the other. 'These tricksters taking a page from my book...!' Even if they had no clue he performed the very same move many moons ago. As to why he's laughing, well. It could be because the entire show of it all has amused him to no end, or that the higgledy helpers are not actually stealing the candy he's pocketed back, but are tickling him from the inside, some small magical heads popping out of his shirt collar, others dancing on his knee and thighs.
Some weird miscommunication is happening here, but at least there are a couple who are filing in a straight line, carrying a few boxes of sour candies back to their respective owners in offering.