Sixteen. Roxas wondered when his birthday was. "I don't remember playing the base, or anything." Sora didn't have the patience to learn an instrument. "I guess I'll have to learn it all over again." Play a lot or not, you couldn't have one member of a band completely useless.
Roxas burst into laughter at Axel's words. "Son of a mother?" he managed between laughs that made his ribs ache. "Is that the best you can do?" He slumped against his pillows once he'd worn himself out laughing, and observed Axel with half-lidded eyes. "It is confusing, but at least I'm not completely lost. I still remember being me and I have Sora's memories and feelings, and you're here to make sure I don't do anything incredibly stupid, right?"