[He was keeping up, though he paused at one point to look toward a tree. He thought he saw a strange bird amoung it's branches, but perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him? He carried on, keeping a step or two behind Roland but he was taking the path just fine, and didn't seem to be too bothered with the sun. At least, if he was, he was not showing it.
When Roland stops for a drink, he also stops. But gives the man a strange look. Why was he telling him about his favourite colour of all things? And why would it be something he would not want the train to know? It didn't seem an embarrassing thing.
The water bottle was handed to him and Gerome reached for it.
He was very confused though. And honestly... didn't really care. Favourite colour? He took a drink from the bottle before handing it back.]
... I see. I never asked your favourite colour, Roland.
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When Roland stops for a drink, he also stops. But gives the man a strange look. Why was he telling him about his favourite colour of all things? And why would it be something he would not want the train to know? It didn't seem an embarrassing thing.
The water bottle was handed to him and Gerome reached for it.
He was very confused though. And honestly... didn't really care. Favourite colour? He took a drink from the bottle before handing it back.]
... I see. I never asked your favourite colour, Roland.