Well, Roxas isn't sure how things work here, so he'll take xion's word for it.
He looks around the dorm room, and looks over at the beds. He chuckles softly, spying Axel's bed, though her bed makes him raise an eyebrow. It looks hardly touched...
Of course, his eyes widen as he spies the third bed, absolutely covered in seashells. He stares for a moment, then looks to her.
"You went and got seashells for me?" He turns back to the bed, his voice full of wonder. "Just like back in the Organization..." He remembered, all those days ago, when he woke up from his pseudo-coma and found seashells littering the side of his bed. He was touched by the gesture then (even if he didn't understand it) and was touched by the gesture now.
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He looks around the dorm room, and looks over at the beds. He chuckles softly, spying Axel's bed, though her bed makes him raise an eyebrow. It looks hardly touched...
Of course, his eyes widen as he spies the third bed, absolutely covered in seashells. He stares for a moment, then looks to her.
"You went and got seashells for me?" He turns back to the bed, his voice full of wonder. "Just like back in the Organization..." He remembered, all those days ago, when he woke up from his pseudo-coma and found seashells littering the side of his bed. He was touched by the gesture then (even if he didn't understand it) and was touched by the gesture now.
"You've been waiting a long time, haven't you?"