Roland chuckles under his breath, finding humor in the irony that he's been to more than one world already and he still doesn't quite understand how it all works out. "Don't worry, Ben. You can count me as an amateur to all this multiverse business too. Can't say I'm a fan of the world-hopping bit, but I'll take whatever boon's thrown my way."
In fact, what right does Roland really have to complain about anything at all? Not only was he saved from ground zero once already, he now has a third chance to make whatever he can out of his life at the Nexus. Apart from its inherent chaos, it has given him no reason to be cautious or wary since he can apparently leave whenever he wishes.
Roland takes all those things into account, jotting Ben's suggestions down on some loose paper he found on the ground, with a quill he managed to pocket with him before appearing in the Nexus. He doesn't normally take the words of a stranger to heart so easily, but these were strange times, and he does feel a kindred feeling of wanting to just...take it easy, away from all the parties and noise. Roland's almost fifty, after all. He only looks the role of the spring chicken.
"Coffee sounds good. Pastries, even better. If I eat too much, I guess I might just take a visit to that Pit after all," he smirks. "Say, how do you pay for these things? Do I need to get a job?" He perks up at that, taking a quick look at Ben before continuing.
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In fact, what right does Roland really have to complain about anything at all? Not only was he saved from ground zero once already, he now has a third chance to make whatever he can out of his life at the Nexus. Apart from its inherent chaos, it has given him no reason to be cautious or wary since he can apparently leave whenever he wishes.
Roland takes all those things into account, jotting Ben's suggestions down on some loose paper he found on the ground, with a quill he managed to pocket with him before appearing in the Nexus. He doesn't normally take the words of a stranger to heart so easily, but these were strange times, and he does feel a kindred feeling of wanting to just...take it easy, away from all the parties and noise. Roland's almost fifty, after all. He only looks the role of the spring chicken.
"Coffee sounds good. Pastries, even better. If I eat too much, I guess I might just take a visit to that Pit after all," he smirks. "Say, how do you pay for these things? Do I need to get a job?" He perks up at that, taking a quick look at Ben before continuing.