[ THIS UTTER LACK OF ORIGINALITY, THESE ARE STRAIGHT OUT OF THE PAGES OF HIS OWN MOVIE MAKING BOOK - !!!
But he loves it either way. The unnecessary drama, the flair and the shock value of pretending to be caught unawares with his assailant forcing him to back up against the table, as if that would do anything to protect him from the incoming assault. Roland play-acts as smoothly as he can, jumping straight on this Twin Teen skit and clicking his tongue against his teeth. The higgledies in his pocket react thusly, playing hide and seek between the two of them with heads popping in and out of sight.
He isn't so distracted by this charade that he doesn't ask himself where the other Twin Teen is, currently... ]
You do realize you'll all pay for this, don't you? [ He spurts out an empty yet heftily acted threat, a narrowed gaze shot to Rannygazoo who immediately ignores the strength of his link to the man who hid him from Nightmarish danger. Truly, a higgledy revolution of the times. Though one could argue that Ranny was only acting according to Roland's own deepest desires: to have fun where he can, in silly little scenarios like this. When all is peaceful. When he can return to nicer times.
Immediately, a wave of colorful higgledies do as they are told, cutting him off and forcing unnatural sounds that betray the type of persona he had just ended the feed with. They're all over him too, almost too much, overwhelmed that he falls back down on his seat with the backs of his knees hitting the edge. Roland makes noise in the library - a travesty which he is keenly aware of, apologizing sadly in between a marked struggle of near boisterous laughter that's being tempered by his final vestige of control and discipline. ]
S-Stop, wait! Haha!
[ There's Inigo. That's where the other went, and his gaze finally glimpses the marching army of light higgledy helpers carrying all of his things, including the stacks of surveys and the books he had laid out for the day wherever their teenage delinquent owner commands them to go. All the while, Roland sits helpless, trying his best not to hurt or push the higgledies aside with wide arches of waving arms or hands dipping into or under the hem of his shirt to stop them from making nests in there. Too ticklish even in his state of duress that it's starting to hurt his stomach.
Enjoying this debacle, Twin Teens?! They better make it last. Roland will make do on his promise. ]
C-Come back here - ahaha no, don't go in there! - come back here with that! Gah, haha, are you listening to me? Hey! [ Someone hushes him from the distance. Roland attempts to look sheepish. He dares them to come over here and stop this madness themselves; one person versus over a dozen sprites doing whatever they wanted! Or whatever their masters wanted, hm! ]
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But he loves it either way. The unnecessary drama, the flair and the shock value of pretending to be caught unawares with his assailant forcing him to back up against the table, as if that would do anything to protect him from the incoming assault. Roland play-acts as smoothly as he can, jumping straight on this Twin Teen skit and clicking his tongue against his teeth. The higgledies in his pocket react thusly, playing hide and seek between the two of them with heads popping in and out of sight.
He isn't so distracted by this charade that he doesn't ask himself where the other Twin Teen is, currently... ]
You do realize you'll all pay for this, don't you? [ He spurts out an empty yet heftily acted threat, a narrowed gaze shot to Rannygazoo who immediately ignores the strength of his link to the man who hid him from Nightmarish danger. Truly, a higgledy revolution of the times. Though one could argue that Ranny was only acting according to Roland's own deepest desires: to have fun where he can, in silly little scenarios like this. When all is peaceful. When he can return to nicer times.
Immediately, a wave of colorful higgledies do as they are told, cutting him off and forcing unnatural sounds that betray the type of persona he had just ended the feed with. They're all over him too, almost too much, overwhelmed that he falls back down on his seat with the backs of his knees hitting the edge. Roland makes noise in the library - a travesty which he is keenly aware of, apologizing sadly in between a marked struggle of near boisterous laughter that's being tempered by his final vestige of control and discipline. ]
S-Stop, wait! Haha!
[ There's Inigo. That's where the other went, and his gaze finally glimpses the marching army of light higgledy helpers carrying all of his things, including the stacks of surveys and the books he had laid out for the day wherever their teenage delinquent owner commands them to go. All the while, Roland sits helpless, trying his best not to hurt or push the higgledies aside with wide arches of waving arms or hands dipping into or under the hem of his shirt to stop them from making nests in there. Too ticklish even in his state of duress that it's starting to hurt his stomach.
Enjoying this debacle, Twin Teens?! They better make it last. Roland will make do on his promise. ]
C-Come back here - ahaha no, don't go in there! - come back here with that! Gah, haha, are you listening to me? Hey! [ Someone hushes him from the distance. Roland attempts to look sheepish. He dares them to come over here and stop this madness themselves; one person versus over a dozen sprites doing whatever they wanted! Or whatever their masters wanted, hm! ]