[ Teaching alien kids on another world ball games is one of the most Tidus things Roland's ever heard thus far, and it's nice that he does so. Roland hides his admiration behind a careful smile. He'd never have thought of that offhand, on a mission. ]
I'm sure they've evolved what you and Piccolo have taught them to a whole other level by now. You two just helped create ball game culture.
[ The standard car is one of the longest middle sections he's ever had to traverse on a ride like the Voidtrecker Express, but he supposes it made sense given how many people lived here now. This is where Tidus catches him for a loop, an unexpected topic indeed. ]
...Funny you should mention. [ Roland responds in a carefree sort of way, or as carefree as a stern man like him can get. The smile he wears is nostalgic, though. A memory accessed, not to long ago. ] I definitely owe somebody a book, but it's not gonna be about me being President. That part of my life is already well-documented. [ And the one thing his son is probably sick and tired of hearing about, if he's to be asked. ]
[ He stops only for a moment, as if his answer is worth stopping for. Protags be protags, yo. ] No. I'll write about stories in other worlds and planets, adventures in dreams and memories and all the stuff we're sent on these days. [ And for a book that hasn't been written yet, hypotheticals and all, Roland already sounds as if he is quite fond of it. He is. ]
Heh. Anyway. Let's get going.
[ The pause breaks, and he taps Tidus once on the arm to resume walking. Although - ]
You ever think of expanding hobbies apart from cooking and sports? [ Since Roland assumes the topic of writing comes up only with how often he's routinely caught in the same spots with his nose buried in a book, pen fluttering about pages. Work and hobby perfectly married together. ]
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I'm sure they've evolved what you and Piccolo have taught them to a whole other level by now. You two just helped create ball game culture.
[ The standard car is one of the longest middle sections he's ever had to traverse on a ride like the Voidtrecker Express, but he supposes it made sense given how many people lived here now. This is where Tidus catches him for a loop, an unexpected topic indeed. ]
...Funny you should mention. [ Roland responds in a carefree sort of way, or as carefree as a stern man like him can get. The smile he wears is nostalgic, though. A memory accessed, not to long ago. ] I definitely owe somebody a book, but it's not gonna be about me being President. That part of my life is already well-documented. [ And the one thing his son is probably sick and tired of hearing about, if he's to be asked. ]
[ He stops only for a moment, as if his answer is worth stopping for. Protags be protags, yo. ] No. I'll write about stories in other worlds and planets, adventures in dreams and memories and all the stuff we're sent on these days. [ And for a book that hasn't been written yet, hypotheticals and all, Roland already sounds as if he is quite fond of it.
He is.]Heh. Anyway. Let's get going.
[ The pause breaks, and he taps Tidus once on the arm to resume walking. Although - ]
You ever think of expanding hobbies apart from cooking and sports? [ Since Roland assumes the topic of writing comes up only with how often he's routinely caught in the same spots with his nose buried in a book, pen fluttering about pages. Work and hobby perfectly married together. ]