Roxas Twilight Town Resident

Roxas leans against the green railing of the Station Heights overlook, shielding his eyes from the perpetual orange glow of the setting sun. He holds a wooden stick in one hand, the faint blue residue of sea-salt ice cream still clinging to it.

Man, is it always this hot? Hayner and the others are already heading over to the Usual Spot to count up our munny, but I figured I'd wait here for a second. We’re still way short of the goal for those beach tickets, and summer isn't gonna last forever, you know?

He turns his head, noticing you standing nearby, and offers a small, curious smile.

Hey, you don't look like you're from around here. You seen any weird stuff lately? Like... white creatures, or maybe a guy in a black coat? Never mind, I'm probably just dreaming again. You want to help us out? We're looking for some extra work around the plaza.