[ Roland is quick to offer his own notebook. Feel free to notice how worn it is - he takes it with him EVERYWHERE. And many pages on it are dogeared, too. But he opens it at the middle spread, blank and ready for his notes. A pen is offered in the other hand right after. He trusts Tidus enough to know he shouldn't be flipping to pages past. ] Here. I'll tear off the pages later so you can take the notes you need.
[ Can Roland still afford a Leafbook this round...? He needs to cut himself some more slack. ]
Maybe. That could be a running theory...[ He looks pensive, one finger under his chin as he looks at the ICP again. More people are filing into the kitchen and dining cars now, but they're not paying the two any mind for now. ] It might explain the exponential increase. You literally did the job of one person per team you hopped. [ Or he'd like to think. ] You deserve it more than you think, if that's the case. You helped more people by moving around. [ He smirks at Tidus, hoping he'll finally take the compliment. ]
[ Tidus takes both with a small 'oh', a pause where he isn't sure if he should accept them, but they're being offered, so it seems rude not to. ...but the thing is that he wanted his notes to remember what exactly it was he wrote the other day. Well, he can try and stand here and remembering, the book folded in one hand, the tip of the pen lightly dotting the paper in his current distraction.
Like that smirk Roland is giving him, being all smug about...complimenting him! The frowning deepens. ]
You should move around more too then, and other people on Black Squad. If that's the case... [ Ugh, was that the answer? It's a waste they couldn't have all gotten this much sooner. But there was no doing anything about it now. ]
I'll get the stuff we talked about yesterday. [ He steps back, but not into the aisle to get in anyone's way. ] Are you still buying?
[ He shouldn't get in the way if so. Maybe he can sit down and try to remember everything they wanted... ]
I SAW THAT DELETED COMMENT, DELINQUENT!! JUST TRY IT
[ He steps fully to the side, nodding good morning to fellow Treckers moving about as more and more of them woke to the train's brighter light. ] No, I'm going to be frugal. I got my Higgledy and I got an Arms Band for a friend. [ Still smirking. Guess who that friend is >8) ] That left me with a little over 50 points. That should be enough for now.
[ Also, he smells a pot of coffee brewing somewhere close - must be Conan making his usual acidic mix, which Roland doesn't particularly enjoy, but has come to rely on more than he cares to admit - so he'll be sniffing the air subtly. As he does this, he notices the hesitation in Tidus' movements, which he has now come to see as a sign of 'aha he forgot.' ] I'll think about it. I don't want to spread myself too thinly. We don't even know if that's what really gets you as much as five hundred points. Come next mission, I'll scope out the briefing and see if I'm needed elsewhere.
Do you want to take some time to recall what you needed, first? It'd be a waste of points if you made a mistake now.
[ don't bully him IT'S TOO EARLY TO REMEMBER SUPPLY AND STOCK. ]
Mmmm... [ But with the question posed to him, it is an out to actually get to think it through instead of standing around. Especially when his own nose was picking up the smell of fresh bread and something else--something sweeter. They were doing well with the carrots, all things considered, and using them in more than just dinnertime. It might be carrot pancakes again--Tidus wouldn't say no. ]
You mind if I borrow this? I'll give it back- I just need to list it out. [ And stop going over the same things while believing he was forgetting something. It was nice just to look at something than have it in your head. ]
Drink bottles, containers... [ Muttering, muttering. --ah ] Those knives. What did you call them? Weren't they special?
DEAR DIARY, TODAY TIDUS WAS BEING SO RUDE TO ME AGAIN
Of course. There's still plenty of blank pages for you to write on. Go wild. [ This honestly is a huge act of trust Roland is granting Tidus, but not so much that he's afraid of what he might accidentally see. This journal he's got here isn't the one he writes on for his dreams, nightmares, thoughts, feelings...But there are bits and pieces of who he is in every page. His logic, how he puts things together, conspiracies even. ]
[ Roland gets a whiff of that fresh bread too - was that Glorfindel's doing or someone else's? - and that hooks him good. He's never been a bread kind of guy back home, but Evermore's head chef baked a mean batch of bread every morning...He's a convert. He answers Tidus without even glancing back at him, eyes scanning the filling seats and lines across the dining car and kitchen. ] Swiss army knives, you mean? Yeah. They're small, but they've got multiple tools inside to help you for anything you might need. [ Roland looks to Tidus after planning out what he's going to have for breakfast. He's thorough okay. ] Should I help jog your memory, or...?
Which way are you going? [ That's the million point question. ] I don't wanna keep you if you're done eating. But if you could show me how you spell 'swiss'.
[ Because that's a word that he was hearing that sounded like he'd get it wrong if left to guess. Tidus has no interest in the rest of the notebook, the thought of there being anything juicy in the other pages not crossing his mind considering what he uses his own for (barely anything but doodling and random notes).
He holds it up in offer for Roland to take to write down the word or the whole thing (because this is Roland), but hey, if he was going to go back in proper to eat some more, Tidus wouldn't be opposed to the pair sitting together. ]
Me? No, I just had a muffin to tide the hunger. I haven't actually sat down to have breakfast yet.
[ He speaks as he writes, his actual penmanship executed so much faster than his typing with both hands that Roland flourishes the paper even before he stops talking. He hands to Tidus easily, smiling. ]
There. You can add 'army' to it, if it has to be specific. Or go with the good 'ol multi-tool pocket knife.
[ Okay but Tidus does squint some at that writing, but he's not going to think about it right now. ]
Huh. Might be better if I try the second? Seeing how it doesn't like people ordering weapons. [ And 'army' was a lot scarier than 'multi-tool', right?? ] Alright then--let's get breakfast.
[ Tidus pockets the book while keeping the pen in hand, thumb on the end so he can idly click at it while waiting to get his grub. It's already busy, but there's less people upstairs than down, and so he heads there with his bread and hefty portion of scrambled eggs, a muffin and juice (carrot and apple juice, nicely enough) to go with it. And he's already got a piece of bread hanging from his mouth when he sits down, pulling the book back out.
And Roland can get a load of Tidus's chunky handwriting as he scribbles in 'multi tool pocket knife' in. ]
[ He follows suit and diverges a little to get other cooked viands on his plate. When Roland returns to their shared table, he sets down a hot mug of coffee - black as night - and even servings of the potato and carrot rosti with a sunny side up egg, yolk underdone, and two pieces of toast. He spots a jar of preserves, and sets it next to his coffee.
He peeks at Tidus' writing as he readies his fork and knife. Brows furrow in confusion, though the thought passes rather quickly. They all come from different worlds...Maybe that was a totally different...alphabet altogether? Did the SCA only translate auditory differences...? Or is that...really his handwriting....
Roland clears his throat. ]
I have something of interest that you may want to add to your list. [ He takes a sip of his coffee before he starts lining up the rosti with the egg on one piece of toast, cutting it neatly in the middle so the yolk ran yellow against the vegetables. ] We have medicinal plants from my world called Soreaways. The more leaves on a soreaway, the stronger it can heal. Why not try getting three leaf soreaway plants, or even the rarest one? Four leaf soreaways? We could plant them in the greenhouse, or medbay.
[ It's cool Roland, you can still read it, the language quickly changing to something more familiar, but for the brief instance--but still it's rather blocky looking no matter what form it takes. look i just wanted to show off the alphabet ok ]
Mm? [ He looks up from the notebook however, starting to write the ones he remembers - med kit, containers, bottles - at Roland, the bread already out of his mouth. ] ...What do you do with them? Eat the leaves?
[ ldfkgkdsljgdklfh but his writing is still blockY, tidus want some calligraphy classes.... He takes his first bite before answering, chewing fast. He doesn't speak with his mouth full at all, so he'll give Tidus a hand signal to tell him he's going to swallow his food before replying. ]
You can, though we mostly use it when it's in the form of a salve. If you need to eat it though, it's edible and will do the job just as well. [ Starts cutting up food again. ] Don't forget the nutritional milk. I've remembered the name - it's called FortiGro Plus. I'm fond of the vanilla flavor, myself. [ Not that he needed to drink it, more of he just wanted the experience to share with -
- he clears his throat again and takes another bite of his food. ]
[ no also ok madam we're waiting for you to delicately chew--
Actually, Tidus is just going to push the notebook Roland's way after he's done giving those names, 'cause you know what- ]
You should write those down too. I've never heard of them. [ And if he's got to type them in, then this is easier for spelling than guessing. Tidus adds wryly: ] You can have some when we get them in.
[ And while Roland might be writing, Tidus picks up his fork to raise a mouthful of his eggs, but not first without saying- ] There's someone onboard who can make copies of things. I'll find out who it is and see what they can double what we get. I don't know if it includes liquids or plants, but if it does...
[ Good stuff, right? He figures he doesn't need to finish, allowing himself to pop the eggs into his mouth. ]
[ WOW okay table manners are essential in life you PUNK
He drops his fork and takes to the page, scribbling the name and all the flavors. He even tries to draw it, and it's not a bad sketch! He writes fast and sketches without concern for form, so he drops the pen carefully as soon as he finishes and goes in for another sip of coffee. Don't even think for one second he's not watching you eat, though - ]
That's an incredibly useful talent to have. Hopefully they don't have too many limitations so we can multiply the supplies coming in - [ He sighs quietly, setting down his cup and going in for another bite of his eggy, carrot toast. ] - and you...are just the picture of grace, right now. Very charming.
[ wow u drew a tin can, good job Roland gold star for you.
Is Roland calling Tidus out as he tears into his lovely big slice of bread seconds after swallowing down his scrambled eggs? Tidus looks up at Roland, blinking, and then down at himself, dropping what's not already in his mouth onto his plate and looking at his shirt--food free--before wiping at his chin.
He doesn't feel anything?? So he shoots Roland a quizzical look, asking around his bread-- ] Whaht?
[ What?? What is Roland talking about, what did he do other than exist! ]
1/2 at this point im just going to change the keywords of this icon to "tidus not again"
[ He gets a look. The Look. But it doesn't last, Roland just smiles that smile he does when he's both amused and exasperated at the same time, digging in to his own food. He's almost done with his first piece of toast, knife and fork cutting big chunks for him to feast on. ]
What else are we missing on your list? Who else have you spoken to for supplies or essentials?
[ man you know an AUDIT would have come in handy right about now but hey thats fine man you do you!!! ]
Tidus meets The Look with a more bewildered one of his own, his brow now knotting hard as he tries asking, 'what? what?!' in Looks, considering he actually wants to eat his food than talk.
And he doesn't either answer him.
This scumbag...! ]
I wanna talk to a few people later, but I didn't have a lot anyway. [ There might be a low annoyed note as he answers, his head ducked now and a warmth on his face, a hand coming to brush over in a subtle attempt to wipe at his mouth with the side it. Is there something on there...? Is Roland making fun of him!? ] Healing potions, magic potions, first aid, your swiss knives, rations, containers.
There's some people who used to be in the army. [ He's scooping up some of his eggs with his fork... ] I'm gonna ask if there's anything they know that'd be good.
[ tidus please chew your food before swallowing and close YOUR MOUTH!!! is what he did but that's not Important anymore, Roland has accepted his fate
He will never know...why Roland casts him The Look..... ]
[ He dabs at the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Roland opens the jar of preserves and starts dabbing jam on his remaining piece of toast. ] That's a good idea. Anyone who's had any training or experience in managing a crisis or an emergency should be your priority. You're on the right track, that's for sure. And for yourself, nothing again? No treat? No pick-me-up?
[ AT LEAST HE'S NOT SCARFING DOWN THOSE EGGS THIS TIME ]
But the question of trying himself earns a small huff, a 'I don't know' without even saying it. ]
I can buy a shield? [ Wow what a treat or pick-me-up, and Tidus knows Roland doesn't mean that, but he shrugs when he comes up with nothing else. ] There's nothing I can get. Spira didn't have a lot.
[ And what else was there? There was no getting anything from Zanarkand, and there was no reason to get anything related to Blitzball. He couldn't do a lot with a ball, and as fun as it'd be to see anything to do with Blitzball, the cartoon in the cinema had him missing the game as it was. ]
[ Somehow that makes Roland slow down his eating, makes him chew a bit more thoughtfully. He allows a moment to pass, letting the clinking of their utensils fill up the silence, before he replies. ]
Not even from merchandise from your team? The...what was it? The Zanarkand Aces? Maybe an autographed ball from their star player? T-shirts with your face on it? [ He tries to recall it with a finger under his chin, genuinely wondering if there was a way to order official merch of a sports team. That was a thing even across dimensions, right? ]
Bring me one of the balls from the gym and I'll sign it, [ he flatly replies, returning to what remains of his eggs to draw it up onto the rest of his bread, to eat it that way than separately or adding them in his mouth individually. A drink of his juice taken before a bite, and saying before either- ] Leave the merch to the super fans! Plus, I've still got something of them with me.
[ You're lucky he didn't say the Zanarkand APES, cuz you a monkey with all this monkeying around >8(
He almost scoffs at that, but it's a light gesture, making Roland smirk slightly into his toast. ] Turning me into one of your groupies, Tidus? [ He matches him bite for bite. The jam was pretty good. ] It's nice of you to keep something from your super fans, though. What is it?
[ He glances nonchalantly at Tidus, coffee almost done. ]
[ He shakes his head, mouth still full when he hums in a negative, but swallows before he speaks and his hand going down the neck of his polo shirt. ] My team. It's a necklace.
[ And he pulls it out from under the fabric, a silver chain and a symbol hanging from the centre. Tidus holds it proudly and to show it, making sure that Roland can see. ]
The team logo! I used to have earrings with it too, but this is all the train left me. [ Huff! ] Cool, right? Best team and logo there is!
[ Yeah, he's absolutely proud of his team, what of it! ]
[ There's something about his genuine love for his sport and his team that Roland can only smile widely at it, watching the necklace catch the light in just the right way so that it glints prettily when it rotates in its chain. He tries to remember the way it's drawn, the shapes it makes. He remembers that he doesn't have the complete set - he only has a necklace and not the earrings. Roland has particularly good memory, after all. ]
Heh. Not bad. Not bad at all. It's a beautiful logo. Does it mean anything? Like a deeper meaning, or something native to your world?
[ He finishes off his coffee and is fully engrossed now in Tidus' tale, arms crossed, leaning back against his chair. ]
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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the bankrolling sugar dads of the trecker
[ Can Roland still afford a Leafbook this round...? He needs to cut himself some more slack. ]
Maybe. That could be a running theory...[ He looks pensive, one finger under his chin as he looks at the ICP again. More people are filing into the kitchen and dining cars now, but they're not paying the two any mind for now. ] It might explain the exponential increase. You literally did the job of one person per team you hopped. [ Or he'd like to think. ] You deserve it more than you think, if that's the case. You helped more people by moving around. [ He smirks at Tidus, hoping he'll finally take the compliment. ]
come here for all ur free heals
Like that smirk Roland is giving him, being all smug about...complimenting him! The frowning deepens. ]
You should move around more too then, and other people on Black Squad. If that's the case... [ Ugh, was that the answer? It's a waste they couldn't have all gotten this much sooner. But there was no doing anything about it now. ]
I'll get the stuff we talked about yesterday. [ He steps back, but not into the aisle to get in anyone's way. ] Are you still buying?
[ He shouldn't get in the way if so. Maybe he can sit down and try to remember everything they wanted... ]
I SAW THAT DELETED COMMENT, DELINQUENT!! JUST TRY IT
[ Also, he smells a pot of coffee brewing somewhere close - must be Conan making his usual acidic mix, which Roland doesn't particularly enjoy, but has come to rely on more than he cares to admit - so he'll be sniffing the air subtly. As he does this, he notices the hesitation in Tidus' movements, which he has now come to see as a sign of 'aha he forgot.' ] I'll think about it. I don't want to spread myself too thinly. We don't even know if that's what really gets you as much as five hundred points. Come next mission, I'll scope out the briefing and see if I'm needed elsewhere.
Do you want to take some time to recall what you needed, first? It'd be a waste of points if you made a mistake now.
/READS EVERYTHING!!!
Mmmm... [ But with the question posed to him, it is an out to actually get to think it through instead of standing around. Especially when his own nose was picking up the smell of fresh bread and something else--something sweeter. They were doing well with the carrots, all things considered, and using them in more than just dinnertime. It might be carrot pancakes again--Tidus wouldn't say no. ]
You mind if I borrow this? I'll give it back- I just need to list it out. [ And stop going over the same things while believing he was forgetting something. It was nice just to look at something than have it in your head. ]
Drink bottles, containers... [ Muttering, muttering. --ah ] Those knives. What did you call them? Weren't they special?
DEAR DIARY, TODAY TIDUS WAS BEING SO RUDE TO ME AGAIN
[ Roland gets a whiff of that fresh bread too - was that Glorfindel's doing or someone else's? - and that hooks him good. He's never been a bread kind of guy back home, but Evermore's head chef baked a mean batch of bread every morning...He's a convert. He answers Tidus without even glancing back at him, eyes scanning the filling seats and lines across the dining car and kitchen. ] Swiss army knives, you mean? Yeah. They're small, but they've got multiple tools inside to help you for anything you might need. [ Roland looks to Tidus after planning out what he's going to have for breakfast. He's thorough okay. ] Should I help jog your memory, or...?
haa haa roland keeps a diary, whatta dork
[ Because that's a word that he was hearing that sounded like he'd get it wrong if left to guess. Tidus has no interest in the rest of the notebook, the thought of there being anything juicy in the other pages not crossing his mind considering what he uses his own for (barely anything but doodling and random notes).
He holds it up in offer for Roland to take to write down the word or the whole thing (because this is Roland), but hey, if he was going to go back in proper to eat some more, Tidus wouldn't be opposed to the pair sitting together. ]
JOURNAL. //JOURNAL//!!
[ He speaks as he writes, his actual penmanship executed so much faster than his typing with both hands that Roland flourishes the paper even before he stops talking. He hands to Tidus easily, smiling. ]
There. You can add 'army' to it, if it has to be specific. Or go with the good 'ol multi-tool pocket knife.
can't believe you had a meme for that
Huh. Might be better if I try the second? Seeing how it doesn't like people ordering weapons. [ And 'army' was a lot scarier than 'multi-tool', right?? ] Alright then--let's get breakfast.
[ Tidus pockets the book while keeping the pen in hand, thumb on the end so he can idly click at it while waiting to get his grub. It's already busy, but there's less people upstairs than down, and so he heads there with his bread and hefty portion of scrambled eggs, a muffin and juice (carrot and apple juice, nicely enough) to go with it. And he's already got a piece of bread hanging from his mouth when he sits down, pulling the book back out.
And Roland can get a load of Tidus's chunky handwriting as he scribbles in 'multi tool pocket knife' in. ]
only for tidus <3
He peeks at Tidus' writing as he readies his fork and knife. Brows furrow in confusion, though the thought passes rather quickly. They all come from different worlds...Maybe that was a totally different...alphabet altogether? Did the SCA only translate auditory differences...? Or is that...really his handwriting....
Roland clears his throat. ]
I have something of interest that you may want to add to your list. [ He takes a sip of his coffee before he starts lining up the rosti with the egg on one piece of toast, cutting it neatly in the middle so the yolk ran yellow against the vegetables. ] We have medicinal plants from my world called Soreaways. The more leaves on a soreaway, the stronger it can heal. Why not try getting three leaf soreaway plants, or even the rarest one? Four leaf soreaways? We could plant them in the greenhouse, or medbay.
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look i just wanted to show off the alphabet ok]Mm? [ He looks up from the notebook however, starting to write the ones he remembers - med kit, containers, bottles - at Roland, the bread already out of his mouth. ] ...What do you do with them? Eat the leaves?
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ldfkgkdsljgdklfh but his writing is still blockY, tidus want some calligraphy classes....He takes his first bite before answering, chewing fast. He doesn't speak with his mouth full at all, so he'll give Tidus a hand signal to tell him he's going to swallow his food before replying. ]You can, though we mostly use it when it's in the form of a salve. If you need to eat it though, it's edible and will do the job just as well. [ Starts cutting up food again. ] Don't forget the nutritional milk. I've remembered the name - it's called FortiGro Plus. I'm fond of the vanilla flavor, myself. [ Not that he needed to drink it, more of he just wanted the experience to share with -
- he clears his throat again and takes another bite of his food. ]
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noalso ok madam we're waiting for you to delicately chew--Actually, Tidus is just going to push the notebook Roland's way after he's done giving those names, 'cause you know what- ]
You should write those down too. I've never heard of them. [ And if he's got to type them in, then this is easier for spelling than guessing. Tidus adds wryly: ] You can have some when we get them in.
[ And while Roland might be writing, Tidus picks up his fork to raise a mouthful of his eggs, but not first without saying- ] There's someone onboard who can make copies of things. I'll find out who it is and see what they can double what we get. I don't know if it includes liquids or plants, but if it does...
[ Good stuff, right? He figures he doesn't need to finish, allowing himself to pop the eggs into his mouth. ]
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He drops his fork and takes to the page, scribbling the name and all the flavors. He even tries to draw it, and it's not a bad sketch! He writes fast and sketches without concern for form, so he drops the pen carefully as soon as he finishes and goes in for another sip of coffee. Don't even think for one second he's not watching you eat, though - ]
That's an incredibly useful talent to have. Hopefully they don't have too many limitations so we can multiply the supplies coming in - [ He sighs quietly, setting down his cup and going in for another bite of his eggy, carrot toast. ] - and you...are just the picture of grace, right now. Very charming.
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Is Roland calling Tidus out as he tears into his lovely big slice of bread seconds after swallowing down his scrambled eggs? Tidus looks up at Roland, blinking, and then down at himself, dropping what's not already in his mouth onto his plate and looking at his shirt--food free--before wiping at his chin.
He doesn't feel anything?? So he shoots Roland a quizzical look, asking around his bread-- ] Whaht?
[ What?? What is Roland talking about, what did he do other than exist! ]
1/2 at this point im just going to change the keywords of this icon to "tidus not again"
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What else are we missing on your list? Who else have you spoken to for supplies or essentials?
[ man you know an AUDIT would have come in handy right about now but hey thats fine man you do you!!! ]
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Tidus meets The Look with a more bewildered one of his own, his brow now knotting hard as he tries asking, 'what? what?!' in Looks, considering he actually wants to eat his food than talk.
And he doesn't either answer him.
This scumbag...! ]
I wanna talk to a few people later, but I didn't have a lot anyway. [ There might be a low annoyed note as he answers, his head ducked now and a warmth on his face, a hand coming to brush over in a subtle attempt to wipe at his mouth with the side it. Is there something on there...? Is Roland making fun of him!? ] Healing potions, magic potions, first aid, your swiss knives, rations, containers.
There's some people who used to be in the army. [ He's scooping up some of his eggs with his fork... ] I'm gonna ask if there's anything they know that'd be good.
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He will never know...why Roland casts him The Look..... ]
[ He dabs at the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Roland opens the jar of preserves and starts dabbing jam on his remaining piece of toast. ] That's a good idea. Anyone who's had any training or experience in managing a crisis or an emergency should be your priority. You're on the right track, that's for sure. And for yourself, nothing again? No treat? No pick-me-up?
[ AT LEAST HE'S NOT SCARFING DOWN THOSE EGGS THIS TIME ]
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But the question of trying himself earns a small huff, a 'I don't know' without even saying it. ]
I can buy a shield? [ Wow what a treat or pick-me-up, and Tidus knows Roland doesn't mean that, but he shrugs when he comes up with nothing else. ] There's nothing I can get. Spira didn't have a lot.
[ And what else was there? There was no getting anything from Zanarkand, and there was no reason to get anything related to Blitzball. He couldn't do a lot with a ball, and as fun as it'd be to see anything to do with Blitzball, the cartoon in the cinema had him missing the game as it was. ]
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Not even from merchandise from your team? The...what was it? The Zanarkand Aces? Maybe an autographed ball from their star player? T-shirts with your face on it? [ He tries to recall it with a finger under his chin, genuinely wondering if there was a way to order official merch of a sports team. That was a thing even across dimensions, right? ]
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Bring me one of the balls from the gym and I'll sign it, [ he flatly replies, returning to what remains of his eggs to draw it up onto the rest of his bread, to eat it that way than separately or adding them in his mouth individually. A drink of his juice taken before a bite, and saying before either- ] Leave the merch to the super fans! Plus, I've still got something of them with me.
[ Right there now with them, even. ]
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He almost scoffs at that, but it's a light gesture, making Roland smirk slightly into his toast. ] Turning me into one of your groupies, Tidus? [ He matches him bite for bite. The jam was pretty good. ] It's nice of you to keep something from your super fans, though. What is it?
[ He glances nonchalantly at Tidus, coffee almost done. ]
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[ And he pulls it out from under the fabric, a silver chain and a symbol hanging from the centre. Tidus holds it proudly and to show it, making sure that Roland can see. ]
The team logo! I used to have earrings with it too, but this is all the train left me. [ Huff! ] Cool, right? Best team and logo there is!
[ Yeah, he's absolutely proud of his team, what of it! ]
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Heh. Not bad. Not bad at all. It's a beautiful logo. Does it mean anything? Like a deeper meaning, or something native to your world?
[ He finishes off his coffee and is fully engrossed now in Tidus' tale, arms crossed, leaning back against his chair. ]
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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.
(Forgot a minor correction - this is Grasshopper 16, not 31!)
no you made your date bed, now lie in it from the future
https://i.imgur.com/R7NGVsc.jpg
nbd nbd just Father Feelings
BIG OOF 8(
wow are we wrapping a thread?? scandalous
how dare we close clean, who ARE WE ANYMORE