Okay...since Axel seems to think it's a bad idea to try and teach the cat to ice skate, let me ask all of you a question. A friend and I are thinking about starting a business. It's something really good, promise.

Think about this. You have an important item but suddenly you can't find it. You think it might have even been stolen. So who would you call? The police, sure, but what about detectives?

[The camera's soon going to get a view of the front cover of a detective novel he picked up from the library.]

Even if it's not something a lot of people would use, I bet at least one person could use a few detectives around here, so I'm volunteering myself and Naoto Shirogane. Need a mystery to be solved? Call us. We all know weird stuff happens around here all the time...just look at last week.

[And with that being said, he's going to wander through KH house to see if Axel's home. He's had a few discussions with the older boy involving another certain bff and a certain redhead replica. And so there's a few minutes' pause before the next bit filters through.]

[Filtered to Luke]

Hey. Axel and I want to talk to you at Fourteen. Come over.

[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.]

If you can't trust your friends, who can you trust?
What do you do when...no.
If something's based on life and de--

So...if people you know are keeping secrets from you, should you bother asking them about it until they cave in, or just believe them when they say it's for your own good? How would you know it's for your own good...actually, how would they know? It's your good, not theirs, right?

I can't settle for waiting and doing nothing until it's over.

[He left this unfiltered from certain people on purpose, mostly hoping he could draw out the answers he wanted. The strikes aren't too legible, but if a person squinted enough and tilted their head, they could probably make them out.]