Not really, [ he admits, dropping his hand so to let the logo fall into its palm, so he can set it to face toward him, and let him see the all too familiar in full view. ] It's been the team logo for a long time, other than that... well, [ he starts with a scoff, ] it means something more to me. I've known it my whole life.
[ There's a wistful quality to that, a story in those few words, the deeper meaning Roland might have been looking for. Tidus takes away his hand, the symbol waving some as it's made to hang properly from Tidus's neck, who looks down at his food. ]
My old man played the same team before me, ten years ago. It was always everywhere--in the streets, our home, on the TV. [ Or whatever Roland knows as a 'TV' in his ears. ] On him, too. He had the thing tattoo'd on his chest.
[ And he shares it in that way that it's embarrassing, ugh, why would he?, but a more complicated emotion over it. He's grabbed at his muffin just to have something to mess with, to break apart in half and then one of those sides into a quarter. ]
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[ There's a wistful quality to that, a story in those few words, the deeper meaning Roland might have been looking for. Tidus takes away his hand, the symbol waving some as it's made to hang properly from Tidus's neck, who looks down at his food. ]
My old man played the same team before me, ten years ago. It was always everywhere--in the streets, our home, on the TV. [ Or whatever Roland knows as a 'TV' in his ears. ] On him, too. He had the thing tattoo'd on his chest.
[ And he shares it in that way that it's embarrassing, ugh, why would he?, but a more complicated emotion over it. He's grabbed at his muffin just to have something to mess with, to break apart in half and then one of those sides into a quarter. ]
That was my dad for you.