Who do you think you're laughing at, Roland! Whose hair do you think you're ruffling there, old man!?
Tidus is still deep in standing his ground mode, nevermind the pancake shoved in his mouth he's got to chew. But for the manners Roland thinks Tidus doesn't have, he gets as far as making a whining disgruntled noise, but doesn't follow it up with words by the mess inside his mouth. Chew-chew-chew faster, teeth!
But he's not faster than the hand already ruffling at his hair, the mixed signals that injects into his riled state, the arm around him that furthers to confuse him. This isn't a fight...
...it's a sappy old man!
And how is Tidus meant to be around one of those? Those are even more difficult for him than an adult giving him an obvious cold shoulder, trying to put him in his place with silence. He looks over to Inigo once, but he quickly looks away, back to the pancake being well and truly demolished.
"This whole day's been stupid," he grumbles, and then spoon-cuts another part of the pancake to fill his mouth. If he's got food in there, then he can't talk.
If Tidus tries to look over at Inigo at all like that, even for a moment, he sure won't find any connection. Not during this moment of all times. Because while Inigo had no idea how to deal with Roland's earlier foreign attitude, this is something he's so much more accustomed to.
Which is why he just smiles when that hand finds a way up to the crown of his head. There may even be a healthy blush spreading on his cheeks out of sheer happiness. Out of the lightness of his chest. There is no grumbling on his part, no complaints. He seems happy enough with the more positive attention he's getting from Roland now, the way the older guy's mood just switched right around, even if Inigo isn't too sure why.
So he just smiles and keeps eating, replying to Roland's words with a 'hmm!'. He'll keep eating, alright.
Maybe Tidus is a little right. That this whole day is kind of stupid.
But maybe it's actually not that bad of a kind of stupid when things end up like this.
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Tidus is still deep in standing his ground mode, nevermind the pancake shoved in his mouth he's got to chew. But for the manners Roland thinks Tidus doesn't have, he gets as far as making a
whiningdisgruntled noise, but doesn't follow it up with words by the mess inside his mouth. Chew-chew-chew faster, teeth!But he's not faster than the hand already ruffling at his hair, the mixed signals that injects into his riled state, the arm around him that furthers to confuse him. This isn't a fight...
...it's a sappy old man!
And how is Tidus meant to be around one of those? Those are even more difficult for him than an adult giving him an obvious cold shoulder, trying to put him in his place with silence. He looks over to Inigo once, but he quickly looks away, back to the pancake being well and truly demolished.
"This whole day's been stupid," he grumbles, and then spoon-cuts another part of the pancake to fill his mouth. If he's got food in there, then he can't talk.
(It's a very good excuse.)
i figured we can probably wrap this one here?
Which is why he just smiles when that hand finds a way up to the crown of his head. There may even be a healthy blush spreading on his cheeks out of sheer happiness. Out of the lightness of his chest. There is no grumbling on his part, no complaints. He seems happy enough with the more positive attention he's getting from Roland now, the way the older guy's mood just switched right around, even if Inigo isn't too sure why.
So he just smiles and keeps eating, replying to Roland's words with a 'hmm!'. He'll keep eating, alright.
Maybe Tidus is a little right. That this whole day is kind of stupid.
But maybe it's actually not that bad of a kind of stupid when things end up like this.