...Roxas. [He's been hesitant about giving his name to strangers, but in this city, he's had no choice.
His mouth opens, but before he can get the words out, there's another wave of dizziness. He presses a hand to his forehead, slowing to a halt and giving a small, uneasy groan. His other hand lifts just slightly, to find something to hold onto.]
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His mouth opens, but before he can get the words out, there's another wave of dizziness. He presses a hand to his forehead, slowing to a halt and giving a small, uneasy groan. His other hand lifts just slightly, to find something to hold onto.]
I'm-... sorry, could you-?