Yeah, m'fine. [Roxas answers quickly; sick or no, he can't stay on her like this. Drawing in a deep breath, he pushes himself back on the heels of his palms, folding himself back to sit on his knees, albeit slowly. Unfortunately for him, as soon as he loses contact with the girl, he's knocked with another small bit of sickness.]
Sorry about that. [He holds his forehead, though his eyes are still set on the girl.]
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Yeah, m'fine. [Roxas answers quickly; sick or no, he can't stay on her like this. Drawing in a deep breath, he pushes himself back on the heels of his palms, folding himself back to sit on his knees, albeit slowly. Unfortunately for him, as soon as he loses contact with the girl, he's knocked with another small bit of sickness.]
Sorry about that. [He holds his forehead, though his eyes are still set on the girl.]