It's near impossible to unpack just how many layers often occurs and piles on top of each other whenever the Teen Twins come together. Either they're a flustering mess around each other, trying to decipher one over the other with relative success, or they're trying to outdo the other in some elaborate attempt to be the last word in. It's usually endearing for Roland, if not a little exasperating if only for the fact that he has little to no experience with teen energy to begin with. All the youths surrounding him thus far have been ten and under.
Then again, when I was their age, I wasn't exactly Mr. Responsible either, he thinks to himself as Tidus groans loader than Inigo screamed earlier; his entire body submerged underwater now. The motion is so quick and disorienting that he tries to blink himself into understanding what exactly the problem was, only to find that Inigo too, submerges under the water, arms wrapped around Tidus and bubbles the only indicator that he was still breathing.
Meanwhile, Roland is stuck standing there, a delayed reaction as both boys have escaped his gaze, dazed and staring at the bodies making lumps and distorted colors from the steamy water.
He takes his right hand and palms his face, fingers massaging temples.
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Then again, when I was their age, I wasn't exactly Mr. Responsible either, he thinks to himself as Tidus groans loader than Inigo screamed earlier; his entire body submerged underwater now. The motion is so quick and disorienting that he tries to blink himself into understanding what exactly the problem was, only to find that Inigo too, submerges under the water, arms wrapped around Tidus and bubbles the only indicator that he was still breathing.
Meanwhile, Roland is stuck standing there, a delayed reaction as both boys have escaped his gaze, dazed and staring at the bodies making lumps and distorted colors from the steamy water.
He takes his right hand and palms his face, fingers massaging temples.
'Lofty, help me.'