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"Well, I could use some actual cloth.. I think the train really didn't interprete my request for enough fabric for a tiny person very well." Since it gave him those patches instead! And sure, he's doing his best to work with them, but it makes certain things for a beginner unnecessarily hard, and--

Hold on. No time to think about that. Inigo spots the way Roland is looking at the dress the moment he looks up from the embroidery gift, and his jaw drops open, his cheeks red.

He's flustered. So flustered by those words. At least it means he's not thinking of anything sad, but he's still very embarrassed!

Inigo reaches out with one hand as if to try and grab the dress, his cheeks entirely red.

"A-Ah, father! D-Don't look at it, it's not.. it's not done! Or, erm, well, I mean..! I haven't cut the bottom properly, and it still look all odd.."

Honestly, nothing about that dress looks very odd - not for a beginner, anyway. But Inigo may, just like with dancing, have trouble with fairly assessing his own work.

Roland chuckles, but relents to the request out of respect for the process, handing it back down and making sure he doesn't crease or wrinkle anything. More than reassuring Inigo that his work is just fine, which is something he's wont to do anyway regardless of what particular hobby he's found himself getting into, he wonders if he can quickly address one other issue that floats up to the surface.

One he can actually do for Inigo now that he's got some means. His love language has always been to serve or to give, and so this he does with ease, standing and pretending to wipe his clothes from imaginary dust.

"Let's go to a terminal," Roland says, already making his way out of the booth. "I want to get you the cloth you need. Another gift. Come on."

"Wha--"

Maybe it's easy for Inigo to keep going like this, with the stammering and blushing, when he's already so worked up to begin with. But the fact that Roland seems determined to shower him with even more gifts would be enough to get him there all by itself, really. How is Inigo even supposed to accept this much, even if it's coming from a person he sees as his father?

He gets up, near-stumbling in his rush to move after Roland.

"F-Father! You've already given me so much!" Inigo rushes past Roland, so he's right in front of him, as if to block the other's path. "Surely those points could be better spent on other things..!"

Inigo should know by now that such tactics are useless against the might of Supreme Dad Energy! Roland only smiles wider, both his hands resting against Inigo's shoulders, patting down twice.

"Nonsense. There's no better way to spend points than using them for family. Now then, the ICP..."

And off he goes, darting behind Inigo. Just a few more steps and he'll be planted right in front of the nearest, vacant screen. He's already reaching for his back pocket, where his ticket rests.

"Besides. I want to put a smile on your face today." Today of all days.

Roland is so determined. How is he this determined?! Even as Inigo momentarily tried to block his way, the other has already gone right around him again only a moment later, leaving Inigo to turn around and quickly follow him.

And he's so ready to start whining again. Because Roland really ought to buy some stuff for himself too for once, spoil himself a little with all the work he gets done on the train.

But any protest dies in his throat the moment the boy hears what Roland says. Using them for family. I want to put a smile on your face.

Inigo can't protest that. Not a sentiment that genuine, one that makes his heart flutter. It's sweet in a way he doesn't think he deserves, and so his steps slow until he slowly but surely turns up by Roland's side next to the ICP.

"You know even just your company puts a smile on my face already, right, father..?" The words are a little quiet. But they sound like Inigo means them very much all the same.

Roland can only chuckle at that, but it doesn't stop him from typing away as soon as his ticket is in place. "I know." He answers, the lilt a pleasant upwards tone as fingers meet the surface of the screen. The shop is displayed after a few seconds, to which he turns to Inigo, one hand on his hip.

"So, what shall we type? What kind of cloth do you need or want? Floral? Checkered? And I suppose we'll get it by the yard, if you need it a bit bigger...It never hurts to be prepared, y'know?"

By the yard? Guess who's Mr. Indulgent!

Roland truly is the ultimate sugar daddy.

"Ah, um-- floral would be cute.." It still sounds a little hesitant, since Inigo sure isn't used to getting this much generosity from other people. But at the very least he's no longer turning it down, very much softened up enough by Roland's earlier words to be like putty in the other guy's hands.

(And yes, of course Inigo would go for the floral option. It's Inigo. Floral is practically his middle name.)

"There's no need to buy too much though, she's so tiny! But I suppose I could see if anyone else needs fabric if there ends up being some left over.."

Sugar daddy business is hard yet fulfilling work, indeed.

Roland nods along and starts to input the said request. It doesn't take him long to show Inigo the successful purchase, though only time will tell as to what precisely he will receive.

"There. Done. I'll deliver it to you as soon as the next platform rolls in. So you don't have to worry about making more dresses or sewing outfits, all right? We'll get you just the right size."

He pats him on the shoulder once, his smile affectionate. That said, the ticket is removed from the slot and pocketed again afterwards. That's all he needed to do, really, so no use in keeping it there.

At least Inigo looks back at him, meeting that gaze.

His cheeks are still rosy though, and he looks a little unsure of what to do say in the face of all of this. How can he ever properly express all he feels for Roland, when it feels like a thing that defies any and all words? How does he explain how comforting his presence is to Inigo, that it finally feels like there's something he can allow himself to fall back on without feeling too overly guilty about it? Like he doesn't have to carry the whole world all by himself.

Even if it's just through little dumb things, like Roland buying him some fabric, just because he wants Inigo to not have to worry about it himself.

Inigo decides that maybe these things are best expressed in a way he's always been better with than with words - by latching onto Roland, his arms sneaking around the other, face pressed against Roland's shoulder.

"Thank you, father. I'll.. I will repay you some day. I promise." Just as soon as he figures out what to even give Roland, considering how cagey the other can be about every single desire he has in his life.

Inigo moves in for that hug rather smoothly, but even if Roland didn't see it coming, the outcome would have been the same. Arms that wrap around him are reciprocated in kind, one of Roland's arms holding him close and his head angled to the side to place a quick peck to the side of Inigo's head, though its mostly hair that touches his lips. Regardless.

"Hey now, enough of that." He answers, smiling. They've long passed the idea that getting caught in such a public display of paternal affection was embarrassing, so he doesn't even budge until Inigo's had his fill of this embrace. So willing to give him what he needs, the warmth that he draws strength from. The rest of the train could go pick out another terminal to use, the duo would be parked here until the end and that's that. "Unless you pay me back in stories about your new projects, your new hobbies. What makes you happy, what you're enjoying. That's the only currency I'm accepting."

"Well, I.. I suppose I can do that."

He easily agrees. Of course, because it's Roland. Because Inigo would do anything for the other, even if it means talking about things he easily gets embarrassed about. If it's what Roland wants out of him, he's at least got to try.

For a moment he lingers in the embrace, happy to just have it for a moment, but then the boy finally manages to pull himself back. Or at least enough to be able to look Roland in the eyes when he continues.

"If you want, you could help me fit the dress on Jumblie sometime.. I could use some help in making her sit still." Not that Jumblie isn't the kindest and sweetest thing he knows, but.. higgledies are so darn energetic! Please, even a teen like Inigo can't always keep up with it! "Then, um.. you can see it in action, I guess..?"

If that's something Roland would enjoy. Inigo thinks he might. And while it's still work, just holding Jumblie still shouldn't be bad enough. It'll give Roland a break from all the other kinds of work he throws himself into, anyway.

That inspires a wide smile on his face, nodding right away in affirmation. As Inigo disentangles from his grasp, Roland uses both hands, warm and heavy, to place on top of his shoulders.

"Perfect. I'd like that a lot. Thank you, Inigo. I can't wait to see what your creativity will come up with next. If you run out of thread, or cloth, or anything at all you need to make something, tell me. I want to help you." There's a recent memory that resurfaces after he speaks. He chuckles. "We still gotta perfect this to make sock puppets. Don't think I've forgotten, pup. Heh."

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