eleven locks.

[sunkenlight]

[ Roxas appears distracted the very moment he appears on the Plane, cradling a cup of tea. His head tilts to the side, his expression open and confused. He kneels down, gently sets the cup aside, then lays himself along the 'floor' so that he can press his ear to it. ]

That's... new. [ He pauses, winces, and places his hand over his other ear. ] All right, let's use our indoor voices now.