[Roxas blinks at the rush of hot air that greets him, followed by a cooler breeze. The sensation is puzzling, really; he never felt the wind on Destiny Islands firsthand. Only watched Sora's memory of it over and over.]
... Yeah. I have to look.
[Roxas strips off his Organization coat as he goes. By the time he's actually hit the wet sand, the coat and boots have been ditched in a line following him to shore. He gasps as his bare feet hit the water, and is momentarily distracted by the shapes that foam makes when confronted by ankles.]
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... Yeah. I have to look.
[Roxas strips off his Organization coat as he goes. By the time he's actually hit the wet sand, the coat and boots have been ditched in a line following him to shore. He gasps as his bare feet hit the water, and is momentarily distracted by the shapes that foam makes when confronted by ankles.]