As soon as he opens his eyes, he makes his way with quick deliberate strides until he reaches the edge of the hot spring closes to Tidus. He jumps in, makes waves even, doesn't attempt to be gentle with the way he enters the pool, and his hand dips under the water. Tidus will feel Roland's open palm gently yet firmly keeping him down by the top of his head, as if encouraging him to stay there. Roland meanwhile, stares at Inigo with a frightening calm that betrays the comedy of his current actions. His free hand rests against his hip, at an angled lean.
He speaks incredibly casually, as if narrating the weather. Dryly.
"Did you know, Inigo, that as a pro blitzball athlete, Tidus can actually hold his breath to a near full hour, maybe a little over that if you dare him?" Whatever motion Tidus might be doing now, splashing about, arms waving, legs kicking, Roland wasn't having it. He didn't often discipline, but when he did, it was without hesitation. "So you actually don't have to worry. He's very proud of this skill. Drowning him would be near impossible. But even knowing that, please don't hesitate next time and just pull him out. Calm down."
He talks loud enough that Tidus could make his words out even from the depths. But his hold wasn't so strong that it would stop the younger from emerging from his self-imposed hydra-prison at any time.
And should that be the case, Roland will promptly let go, offering no resistance, and will just face him head on, arms crossed deftly against his chest.
"Well, look who decided to join us." That tone was unmistakable. He really, really just wanted a nice, relaxing soak... "Tidus. If it's so normal for people to think men in sports are good looking, and I'll be the first to admit that it is, then this admiration shouldn't be unusual. Why you're making a fuss about it?" He raises a single eyebrow.
It's that 'care to explain' lilt that he'll end on, as he glances between the two of them, checking who'll talk first. Any time, now, you crazy kids. So he can sink his body into the warm water and just relax, in the name of Lofty.
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As soon as he opens his eyes, he makes his way with quick deliberate strides until he reaches the edge of the hot spring closes to Tidus. He jumps in, makes waves even, doesn't attempt to be gentle with the way he enters the pool, and his hand dips under the water. Tidus will feel Roland's open palm gently yet firmly keeping him down by the top of his head, as if encouraging him to stay there. Roland meanwhile, stares at Inigo with a frightening calm that betrays the comedy of his current actions. His free hand rests against his hip, at an angled lean.
He speaks incredibly casually, as if narrating the weather. Dryly.
"Did you know, Inigo, that as a pro blitzball athlete, Tidus can actually hold his breath to a near full hour, maybe a little over that if you dare him?" Whatever motion Tidus might be doing now, splashing about, arms waving, legs kicking, Roland wasn't having it. He didn't often discipline, but when he did, it was without hesitation. "So you actually don't have to worry. He's very proud of this skill. Drowning him would be near impossible. But even knowing that, please don't hesitate next time and just pull him out. Calm down."
He talks loud enough that Tidus could make his words out even from the depths. But his hold wasn't so strong that it would stop the younger from emerging from his self-imposed hydra-prison at any time.
And should that be the case, Roland will promptly let go, offering no resistance, and will just face him head on, arms crossed deftly against his chest.
"Well, look who decided to join us." That tone was unmistakable. He really, really just wanted a nice, relaxing soak... "Tidus. If it's so normal for people to think men in sports are good looking, and I'll be the first to admit that it is, then this admiration shouldn't be unusual. Why you're making a fuss about it?" He raises a single eyebrow.
It's that 'care to explain' lilt that he'll end on, as he glances between the two of them, checking who'll talk first. Any time, now, you crazy kids. So he can sink his body into the warm water and just relax, in the name of Lofty.