[ It says something about how caught up in all of this he is that Inigo doesn't even stop. Usually he's quicker to relent about these sorts of things, but as he can feel pieces of fish and rice drip off the side of his face, getting stuck in his hair, all he can think about is making sure to pelt Tidus with just as much food as the other is throwing at him in the first place.
The first two times Roland speak up go unnoticed too. It's only that third time that finally manages to get through to Inigo, and it's like it freezes him on the spot. His arm still has a handful of paella in it, readied in a throwing position, but he doesn't throw it.
Instead his cheeks - even under all the bits of food - rapidly start to grow red as he realises just what he's been doing right in front of his train dad. ]
F-Father, I..
[ He stammers, looking for an excuse as he lowers his arm. Even though he's aware Tidus has all opportunity to throw even more food at him right now. ]
He told me to make him! [ That's an excuse, right! He was challenged! :( Dad, pleaaaase. ]
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The first two times Roland speak up go unnoticed too. It's only that third time that finally manages to get through to Inigo, and it's like it freezes him on the spot. His arm still has a handful of paella in it, readied in a throwing position, but he doesn't throw it.
Instead his cheeks - even under all the bits of food - rapidly start to grow red as he realises just what he's been doing right in front of his train dad. ]
F-Father, I..
[ He stammers, looking for an excuse as he lowers his arm. Even though he's aware Tidus has all opportunity to throw even more food at him right now. ]
He told me to make him! [ That's an excuse, right! He was challenged! :( Dad, pleaaaase. ]