They were taking him for a journey. And he's on-board.
Roland finds his gaze gravitating back to the paper, and as silly as it is, the disappointment slowly blossoms into a spark, flourishing bigger and bigger until the straight line of his lips and the dry expression of his poker face turn into a smile, a careful grin, then there's that quiet laugh under his breath. He's not going insane, he promises. But the idea of having to get excited for this; for the silly irony that to earn a hobby, he had to actually work harder on the mission day so he can get to it faster...
It's just so very them to do, something they probably spoke about and planned and it's that thought which makes him shake his head in fondness, the paper waved at them in mock warning. Suddenly, he returns to a Southern accent again, but the drawl isn't as thick. Just his regular voice that he changes up to make his point. And speaking of such, with two finger-guns on both hands, he mouths a 'pew pew' at them, and pretends to blow away the imaginary wisps of smoke afterwards.
"You two cowboyws are gonna get it from this old timer one of these days. Schemin' away like this. Heh."
Oh, Roland means it. He's really going to have to step it up for them both.
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They were taking him for a journey. And he's on-board.
Roland finds his gaze gravitating back to the paper, and as silly as it is, the disappointment slowly blossoms into a spark, flourishing bigger and bigger until the straight line of his lips and the dry expression of his poker face turn into a smile, a careful grin, then there's that quiet laugh under his breath. He's not going insane, he promises. But the idea of having to get excited for this; for the silly irony that to earn a hobby, he had to actually work harder on the mission day so he can get to it faster...
It's just so very them to do, something they probably spoke about and planned and it's that thought which makes him shake his head in fondness, the paper waved at them in mock warning. Suddenly, he returns to a Southern accent again, but the drawl isn't as thick. Just his regular voice that he changes up to make his point. And speaking of such, with two finger-guns on both hands, he mouths a 'pew pew' at them, and pretends to blow away the imaginary wisps of smoke afterwards.
"You two cowboyws are gonna get it from this old timer one of these days. Schemin' away like this. Heh."
Oh, Roland means it. He's really going to have to step it up for them both.