[ Roland is almost concerned. Tidus rarely takes that tone with him! But he looks back, and catching that gaze...His brows shoot up as he remembers. ]
...Oh! Right. Here, give it.
[ As Tidus hands him back the phone, he unlocks it easily with fingers typing way faster than if he was typing up on the ICP...for some reason. And with one hand??? The password isn't even attempting to be subtle, Roland not at all learning from the mistakes of the other world and how easily people hacked his journal. The home screen has the crest of the Office of the President as its backdrop, but Roland bypasses this and just presses the Gallery, opening up a folder labeled 'PR & Photo Ops.'
The first image is indeed, Roland in his true body, not one aged back down to suit the needs of a soulmate. Hair still dark, but noticeably lighter, grayer, eyes tired, and for someone at 48, may look older than what most would imagine. Ponytail cut short; mouth always in a straight line. Too serious, too exhausted.
He doesn't linger for a reaction. He gives the phone, lets Tidus look at the picture, and if Tidus scrolls through more, he'll find more of his official photos, shaking hands and looking candid for newspapers. Meanwhile, Roland is already checking where to hack away for the solar panel to tinker and free up. ]
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[ Roland is almost concerned. Tidus rarely takes that tone with him! But he looks back, and catching that gaze...His brows shoot up as he remembers. ]
...Oh! Right. Here, give it.
[ As Tidus hands him back the phone, he unlocks it easily with fingers typing way faster than if he was typing up on the ICP...for some reason. And with one hand??? The password isn't even attempting to be subtle, Roland not at all learning from the mistakes of the other world and how easily people hacked his journal. The home screen has the crest of the Office of the President as its backdrop, but Roland bypasses this and just presses the Gallery, opening up a folder labeled 'PR & Photo Ops.'
The first image is indeed, Roland in his true body, not one aged back down to suit the needs of a soulmate. Hair still dark, but noticeably lighter, grayer, eyes tired, and for someone at 48, may look older than what most would imagine. Ponytail cut short; mouth always in a straight line. Too serious, too exhausted.
He doesn't linger for a reaction. He gives the phone, lets Tidus look at the picture, and if Tidus scrolls through more, he'll find more of his official photos, shaking hands and looking candid for newspapers. Meanwhile, Roland is already checking where to hack away for the solar panel to tinker and free up. ]