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[Roxas is passed out on a random couch. sorry to those who gave him a room, but after a day of wandering aimlessly, he'd gotten lost and promptly forgot where he'd been put. there are several Dusks huddled around the blond's sleeping form. one is in the process of putting a clothespin over his nose, while another is drawing on his face with a marker, and another still is trying to figure out how to make this gum wet and chewed enough to stick in his hair when it doesn't have a proper mouth.]