[ The earpiercing gun in his grip is thrust towards Tidus as Roland takes a seat again, the desk where higgledies have now made their nest. Faster than anything he's ever done in his life, the movements like he's on a battlefield, the ear that matches both teenagers is exposed, hair pushed aside with the other hand, his head angled in a twist so it would be impossible to see the complete breadth of his face now. ]

Just the top part, got it? I don't want the lobe itself!

[ The white flag has been waved. They have won. Please don't cry Inigo, please don't cry please don't cry -

- Although... ]

[ Roland turns sharply back at either of them, this time serious. ]

It wasn't a lie when I said it kind of felt funny when you pulled the needle and twisted it around though. [ A beat. Is Roland slightly flushed? ] And I want to see the stud first! I told you it has to be classy! Otherwise I'm letting this close on its own.