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[Roxas is up early this morning, around maybe five-thirty or six. From a glance, he looks kind of run-down, like he hasn’t been feeling all that well-- a little green around the gills, as they say. Right now, he’s pouring some ginger ale for himself and searching for some saltines, but they appear to be hiding from him.]