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[A little after "night" has fallen, Roxas pauses by her door, drawing on the bar of sea-salt ice cream in his mouth thoughtfully. He's kind of self-conscious of the necklace, stowed carefully in a box in his pocket. It feels... strange... to be giving anything to anyone, much less a piece of jewelry to a girl.
[He's never really given anything to anyone before.]
--Hey, you're still up, right? [leaning over to peer in the door]