Four years, huh? That's a surprise. Makes me wonder if it's a blessing, or a curse. [There's a long pause in speech as Roxas continues scribbling out words on another sheet of paper. In the background, a cat meows and soon jumps on the table, stepping over the journal. Said-cat's paws may or may not be covered in paint, and said-cat may decide to lay down right on top of Roxas' notes.]

...Nea. I can't keep working if you don't move. [His only response is another meow. Nea's clearly a disgruntled cat.] ...man, you sound just like everyone else. I do not work too much. [And he's pushing at the cat to get back to his notes.]

So...what's your favorite flavor of ice cream? And what kind of songs do you like? Does anyone even know about writing songs? These...may or may not be related.

Hey, Ven. Come over sometime, I think I've got a plan you'll like.

[Because why shouldn't Luceti have an ice cream game to play?]

[Housemates will probably find Roxas in the kitchen with newspapers on the table, a palate of paint, some paper...and a very disgruntled cat who doesn't understand why his human wants him to dip his pretty paws in the wet colors.]

Nea, come on. You were doing really well, too. You can't just give up now.

[There's a hiss from the cat before he swats at the paint palate. Roxas sighs and shakes his head, giving up for now. Artists can be pretty temperamental, after all. Instead he'll focus himself on the journal, opening it up and idly leafing through it. His conversation with Naoto's been on his mind, and he has an important question.]

So...what's the main difference between being a boy and being a girl? I mean, girls can do things boys can, right? So what difference does it make? [He doesn't quite get why people were upset with Naoto for being a girl detective, that's all.] Answer me that.

And answer me this: how come everyone else got a horse last week except for me? Total bummer.

[Filtered to Axel]

I've got something cool to show you, but you have to go to the battle dome with me.

[/Filtered]

[Filtered to Xion]

Do you need anything? [He's worried about you, bff dos. He's in overprotective mode now.]

[Private, 90% Locked only because it's not that secretive.]

1,095 days. Maybe I should stop counting, but I can't stop. It's weird...it's like nothing's changed, but everything has. In the last three years, I've seen my best friends come and go, I've seen Sora come and go, and I've met someone who looks just like me and a psychopath who kept hurting my friends. But in the last three years, Axel's still as goofy as ever, Xion's learning just as much as I am, and the two of them have stuck with me even with all of my strange thoughts and patterns. I guess that's really what friendship is.

It took three or four tries, but I think I finally understand Sora. I'm still not sure what it all means to me, but I can at least say I feel better about things.

I guess...I've grown. We all have. But what happens after that? Do we all keep growing, or are we going to run out of places to grow? Maybe I'll have an answer to that next year.

[/Private]

...what's the longest amount of time any of you ever thought you'd be here? And were you guys disappointed when that amount of time passed? [Not if. When.] Not to scare the New Feathers or anything, but I know a lot of you out there have been here for a while.

Maybe I should say welcome to the new people anyway. I'm Roxas. I'm not sure how I can, but let me know if I can help somehow.

...oh,Axel and Xion? I know you guys are probably busy but I've got something for you. You know where to find me...and anyway I have something to ask you two. [On the roof, specifically.]

Sora you can come, too. And Ven. And...whoever. [He's got enough to share with everybody really.]

[[ooc: as a side note, currently at work and tags may be slow but I wanted to get this post up. Thanks guys!]]