[First his Keyblade was stripped from him, and now this. He had agreed to come here and help, but it seemed like his essence was seriously out to get him or something.]
[He held onto his help's arm, letting out a soundless hiss as he was set down; no way to avoid it, but every step or nudge hurt tremendously. Once settled down, he looked up and nodded, offering a thumb's up. He couldn't talk, but he had his journal; it was better than nothing.]
[After a pause, he pulled out his journal once more.]
no subject
[He held onto his help's arm, letting out a soundless hiss as he was set down; no way to avoid it, but every step or nudge hurt tremendously. Once settled down, he looked up and nodded, offering a thumb's up. He couldn't talk, but he had his journal; it was better than nothing.]
[After a pause, he pulled out his journal once more.]
I'm Roxas