[Ironically, Roxas had collected the pamphlets. Every single one of them. They were strewn about his bed and had been since he arrived months ago. His side of the room was a mess, to say the least.]
Uh... Five-hundred and... [He paused to count on his fingers.] Sixty-eight.
[He's not smiling, or fidgeting, but Ravus might catch that there's something missing there. Or not. Roxas was going to move on before he could be called out.]
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Uh... Five-hundred and... [He paused to count on his fingers.] Sixty-eight.
[He's not smiling, or fidgeting, but Ravus might catch that there's something missing there. Or not. Roxas was going to move on before he could be called out.]
Anyhow, I'm Roxas.