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y-yeah well the old crusty adviser looked like ur face >:(

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[ He hovers over the buttons, committing the motions to memory. Roland repeats this a couple more times before he darts up and looks at Tidus with a wry expression.

I insisted on not getting healed...! Now look what happened! ]

Go to bed. Rest. You're not fully recovered yet, especially after what you did. [ How Roland manages to sound sharp yet caring is a question for the ages. He also mutters the last part to himself but he doesn't make too much of an effort to not be heard. He watches Tidus bite into his apple but his hands are still fiddling around with the VR set, as if he's trying to understand it for later when he won't have Tidus around to help him set it up. That, or he just doesn't want to do the same. Sleep. ] Back to work it is.

[ Maybe with enough points, he can ask for more games? Something from the arcade? ]

wow bro...dude...rude....

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[ It takes Tidus a moment to realise that Roland thinks he's talking about healing him, but the explanation he could give--that it was more than him, people dragging their wounds to the train that they shouldn't be dragging--but he doesn't care to. It doesn't matter. Whateeever.

So he picks himself back up with nothing more than a ] Yeah, yeah, [ to dismiss the concern and chide, apple popped in his mouth until his hands are free. ]

Play some more. Don't be a bore--I forget you're supposed to be young.

[ And Tidus is off with that, the crunch from his apple the last sound that isn't his footsteps. ]

they see me roland, they hatin' 8) also don't mind this just closing it off~

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[ He waves, watching Tidus leave. He throws his voice out - a simple thank you! - for dragging him out of counting the stores to play something fun, before his hands drop the controller, VR set forgotten in an instant. He did enjoy, he did!

But as he cleans up after themselves, controllers and wires and everything else settled in place as if no one was there playing for half an hour, Roland is still unsteady. The image of the dragon turned child is too close to what he woke up from, so he doesn't bother returning to it. Tidus won't need to know that if he ever needed to play again, it wasn't going to be this. Not unless he can skip the end. ]

Supposed to be young, huh?

[ He stands, dusts himself off, and follows Tidus out of the car after some time passes. And back he goes into the only thing he finds solace in, the only thing he knows - his nose in a book; documents shuffled in his hands; stores counted; chores done. ]