[ This guy is such an old man, and Tidus likes it when it peeks through; not by the experience in his words (though maybe they should be attributed to age), but in the ways he speaks to Tidus, a tone that isn't familiar in any a sentimental sense, but simply by the adults he's grown up and heard. Teachers, that kind of thing.

He doesn't exactly miss adults in his life (he's practically already an adult himself, thanks), but for the bore at the heart of the conversation, the subject, there's just something about it that tickles Tidus fondly, pulls at the sides of his mouth at times.

But also, speaking of the heart-- ]

That's so cheesy, man. [ Not that Tidus has any place to tease about strength of the heart, but Roland doesn't have to know about that right now. Still, he's all jest and ribbing, a wide grin that he shows Roland before moving aside the filled cutlery containers and bringing closer between them the spare one. Then letting out a sound, a gasp, a sigh--a signal of indecision before he rocks his head a little. ]

I dunnooo... I just get the feeling it's all gonna go over my head if I get in, you know? Plus, anyone can vote you for the ballot. [ A tiny scoff. ] Why not just let the people who wanna do it put themselves up? Ugh, what a hassle.

[ Someone's getting to the point of not wanting to do their homework now. ]