131| Roxas [video]
[The camera turns on at a rather awkward angle to show Roxas, dressed in blue scrub pants and a tight-fitting t-shirt. He's trying to pull the matching blue shirt away from a robot, glaring fiercely at it]
Dirty! Dirty! [It cries, and Roxas heaves an exasperated sigh. To anyone normal this week, he sounds oddly... British. To anyone not normal, this is how he always sounds why would it be strange]
They are not dirty! They're perfectly clean, I only forgot them here yesterday! Let go!
[Exasperated, he turns to the camera with a despairing look] Has anyone got any idea how to stop these things?! I don't-- [and then, abruptly, it lets go, sending Roxas crashing back into a bunch of metal cabinets with a yelp, shirt in hand. The robot speeds off, apparently affronted. Or getting back-up, or something. The blonde sits up, rubbing at his head] Right. That's one way. Um, sorry about that. [He heads toward the camera to pick it up, smiling sheepishly]
[Private to Axel]
Axel? Now that I've got that sorted out, uh... [he trails off, biting at his lip] Can I talk to you?
Dirty! Dirty! [It cries, and Roxas heaves an exasperated sigh. To anyone normal this week, he sounds oddly... British. To anyone not normal, this is how he always sounds why would it be strange]
They are not dirty! They're perfectly clean, I only forgot them here yesterday! Let go!
[Exasperated, he turns to the camera with a despairing look] Has anyone got any idea how to stop these things?! I don't-- [and then, abruptly, it lets go, sending Roxas crashing back into a bunch of metal cabinets with a yelp, shirt in hand. The robot speeds off, apparently affronted. Or getting back-up, or something. The blonde sits up, rubbing at his head] Right. That's one way. Um, sorry about that. [He heads toward the camera to pick it up, smiling sheepishly]
[Private to Axel]
Axel? Now that I've got that sorted out, uh... [he trails off, biting at his lip] Can I talk to you?