[Roxas is parked on a curb, bundled up in a scarf and with high-tech skates on his feet. He's poking idly through his PDA, checking out his pictures of the day so far thoughtfully and assembling them in his journal.]
[He's in a pretty good mood, humming tunelessly to himself. He doesn't... actually know how to carry a melody at all, so it might be kind of bad, if you care to notice.]