[Someone's talking to him. Roxas swallows, pushing himself from the wall to lift his gaze to whomever this was. He's never heard their voice before. Through his dizziness, he can at least make out the height of this person (i.e. taller than he is) before she comes into focus seconds later.
No one he knows just yet. His eyes lower again, his hand raising to touch his pounding temple.]
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No one he knows just yet. His eyes lower again, his hand raising to touch his pounding temple.]
I'm- I'm just not feeling well.