[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.]

[Roxas is not stupid. Let's just make that clear. He's a bit of a derp, yes, but he's not stupid and he's been keeping track of the days. Valentine's Day is very soon, and he knows that that usually means the Malnosso do everything they can to mess with them on the holiday.

That being said, he's preparing himself for a weekend (or a whole week, really) locked inside KH house. In his hands he's got a stack of red origami paper, a stack of white origami paper, and a box of cookies. Food's important, after all.

As he starts walking home though, he starts letting his mind wander. A holiday dedicated to love. Xaldin explained love once. Axel explained love once, too. Roxas liked Axel's better, even if all of it was pretty unclear back then. Years later it's still kind of unclear though, especially given what he's seen with people around Luceti. It's due to that line of thought that he finally pauses in the middle of the town square, juggling with the things in his arms to open his journal and address the public.]

What kind of love stories are common where you guys are from? Are they real stories, or are they kind of like fairy tales?

...and if you can't think of love stories, maybe just talk about what you think love is.

[He's going to close the journal as he continues on his way back to the house. Don't worry, he'll open it again to talk to people when he gets back to his bedroom. Once there, he's going to be spending some time working on using his origami paper to fold a bunch of these. Once he's got a handful folded up though, he's going around the house and taping them wherever he sees fit. Could be the wall of the kitchen, could be the bathroom door, could be Kairi's bed, wherever! Housemates are free to catch him in the act of either making or hanging the hearts. And maybe steal one of his cookies.]

( Private, Mostly Unhackable )

It's been quiet lately, hasn't it? August is almost over, shouldn't people be out more?