[ Admittedly, that does get Roland to quiet immediately. The hands over his own, once holding the piercing gun now empty. At least they were able to stop Inigo from crying, which would have really run them amok. But the offer to withdraw the piercing is met with an sense of silence indeed. It's not everyday Roland's drawn to think deeply about something as mundane and nonsensical as let's give him a piercing!
He looks at their joined hands before he turns his neck, catching Tidus fiddle with the instructions, the small plastic bag that came with the set containing the studs of silver and gold. Three pieces each, of varying sizes, one bigger than the other at all times. He supposes it's meant to be in one ear, like a cascading design.
He looks up at the ceiling last, thoughts come to life in their own way. Why was he hesitating? Was it his penchant for grooming? For his particular sense of style that he stays meticulous about regardless of time or place? Void be damned? Or was it because of something much simpler? A fear that in doing so, he's basically changing himself physically, reflecting his time in the void, on this train, with people he's come to care deeply about...
Ah, that was reason enough to make the change, wasn't it? So if all else fails, if worse comes to worst, would the piercing stay with him the way he hopes his higgledy friends will stay with them if he were ever to leave?
Roland closes his eyes for only a brief second before he turns to them both, Inigo first by proximity, then Tidus, holding the gun and case. The chief consul nods determinately. ]
No, I want to do it. You can keep the gun of course, but I'll do it today. Sorry for the hullaballoo. [ He lets go of one of his hands, frees it from Inigo's hold, and points softly at the pack with a small gold stud. ] That one's my pick. Goes best with my hair and skin, I think. Unless the experts have something to say about that? Heh.
[ Of which the two are sitting/standing close to him. Though he kids for the last part, none of his other words mean to joke about. He means it. ]
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He looks at their joined hands before he turns his neck, catching Tidus fiddle with the instructions, the small plastic bag that came with the set containing the studs of silver and gold. Three pieces each, of varying sizes, one bigger than the other at all times. He supposes it's meant to be in one ear, like a cascading design.
He looks up at the ceiling last, thoughts come to life in their own way. Why was he hesitating? Was it his penchant for grooming? For his particular sense of style that he stays meticulous about regardless of time or place? Void be damned? Or was it because of something much simpler? A fear that in doing so, he's basically changing himself physically, reflecting his time in the void, on this train, with people he's come to care deeply about...
Ah, that was reason enough to make the change, wasn't it? So if all else fails, if worse comes to worst, would the piercing stay with him the way he hopes his higgledy friends will stay with them if he were ever to leave?
Roland closes his eyes for only a brief second before he turns to them both, Inigo first by proximity, then Tidus, holding the gun and case. The chief consul nods determinately. ]
No, I want to do it. You can keep the gun of course, but I'll do it today. Sorry for the hullaballoo. [ He lets go of one of his hands, frees it from Inigo's hold, and points softly at the pack with a small gold stud. ] That one's my pick. Goes best with my hair and skin, I think. Unless the experts have something to say about that? Heh.
[ Of which the two are sitting/standing close to him. Though he kids for the last part, none of his other words mean to joke about. He means it. ]