"Okay, sure. As soon as I'm out, I'll vote you in." He banters back, no real threat to it either. But it was always fun to poke Tidus's buttons, so averse was he to the idea of joining the council, the teams...But after his story from the dressing carriage on day one of the vacation, Roland assumes that might be way.
He wipes his hands clean on his shorts before he chuckles under his breath at the suggested poem. Really? "If you want me to write you a manifesto on orderliness, I'd be happy to do that any other day. For now, though..."
The pen is out, and the ink stains the first page in his usual cursive, his writing beginning in earnest. His expression settles into something akin to nostalgia, like he's really writing to someone versus to a general audience; like he's writing because he believes there will be a person behind the ocean to read it. As he keeps his eyes on the page, his free hand reaches over the other paper on his lap, which he offers to Tidus.
"You're free to do it too, if you want. Make sure Jema'grethy doesn't forget that the greatest blitzball player from the Zanarkand Abes stayed for three days on their resort. Signed with an authentic autograph, maybe?" But it's an offer which the teen is free to take or deny as he wishes. For the most part, Roland's messages in the bottles were for his own peace of mind. He understands that not everyone will see it this way, but it's made so much sense that he intuitively knew he had to do it. He had to write to them.
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He wipes his hands clean on his shorts before he chuckles under his breath at the suggested poem. Really? "If you want me to write you a manifesto on orderliness, I'd be happy to do that any other day. For now, though..."
The pen is out, and the ink stains the first page in his usual cursive, his writing beginning in earnest. His expression settles into something akin to nostalgia, like he's really writing to someone versus to a general audience; like he's writing because he believes there will be a person behind the ocean to read it. As he keeps his eyes on the page, his free hand reaches over the other paper on his lap, which he offers to Tidus.
"You're free to do it too, if you want. Make sure Jema'grethy doesn't forget that the greatest blitzball player from the Zanarkand Abes stayed for three days on their resort. Signed with an authentic autograph, maybe?" But it's an offer which the teen is free to take or deny as he wishes. For the most part, Roland's messages in the bottles were for his own peace of mind. He understands that not everyone will see it this way, but it's made so much sense that he intuitively knew he had to do it. He had to write to them.