Like we never had a chance;

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[Roxas isn't usually found strolling along the beach. He isn't usually found head to toe in black, nonetheless something that closely resembles an Organization XIII coat either. As if his appearance wasn't enough of a hint, something definitely seems off with him as he stalks along the coast, his boots kicking up sand behind him. A gloved hand reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a phone. He dials, but isn't able to get through apparently, as he shoves the device back in his pocket and continues on, hands tightened into fists.]

Damn it, why won't he answer?