[There's a brisk, clipped bravado, aloof-smug with an insolent sort of triumph as if he really couldn't be cared to be picking up the communicator.]
...Terra's going to need a heal spell or a potion, I think.
There's a few of them stocked up inside my room, if somebody can bring it down to the square? Or I'll get one myself, but- hnh.
[But then there's a few collected breaths, post-adreneline rush ragged, before he continues, in a quieter, bothered undertone that edges on uncertainty in his voice.]
'Cause it wouldn't be a good idea to just leave 'em.
...Even if he deserved it.
[Another wavering, stagnant silence before he speaks up again, this time sounding defensive and slightly apologetic.]
This doesn't count as being out alone, Roxas! ....I didn't even think it would all happen like this.
[There's a sound of the microphone skittering across gravel, Riqis assumes he's flicked the communicator off and set it down]
What a weird week. Hnh! Guess I've improved that much. Or chalk it up to the cold...Hnh! Well maybe if he'd just....stayed at the Sanctuary, or someplace warmer with people, maybe he wouldn't be so off.
.....C'mon. Wake up, you big grump. I thought you were gonna put up a better fight!
[ooc: Follow-up post to
THIS LOG]