Overall, Doyleton had been kind of boring. But with one and a half ice creams sitting in his stomach, the Nobody couldn't really complain. He'd spent the day with good company - he was always glad to spend time with Axel, especially if it was just eating and talking and sitting around like the old days. Roxas was still teetering about his feelings regarding Sora, but every time he did meet up with his Other, he felt a little better about it. He was... nice. It was kind of hard to actively dislike him.

As glad as he was to get out of the rain, the pat-down a nurse gave him while both of them were getting soaked to the bone made him think: he probably could've spent his time doing something more useful. But if Sora was right - if the Keyblade came out when he was in danger - he couldn't have a better weapon. He was made to wield them. Literally.

Seeing as he was only eager to get off his feet, Roxas fell into the nearest unfilled seat, giving the other guy sitting there a glance out of the side of his eye. He wasn't looking this way, but Roxas still spoke up. "Hope you don't mind if I sit here."