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[We are treated first to the Wild Onion's face up close by the camera. Said camera is attached to the computer, by the way. Then the Onion moves, leaving a clear view of the rest of the room (a guest room at Merlin's house by the look of it) and Roxas, who looks like he's just come from a shower. He's wearing Cactuar pajama pants, which are just loose enough to hang down and show the waistband of his Chocobo boxers. Both items were likely bought for him by Sora's parents. There's a towel draped over his shoulders, as his hair is obviously still quite damp. He must know his computer is on because he's half-humming, half-singing to the music coming from the crappy laptop speakers. He clearly likes the song. Perhaps if the lyrics were in English or if he spoke Japanese he would actually be singing.
He pays the computer no other mind as he pulls the towel up to dry his hair better, still halfway singing. The Onion runs up to him and tugs on his pants leg. It clearly wants attention and may be hamming it up just a little bit for the camera, which Roxas has definitely not noticed is on yet. He finishes drying his hair before tossing the towel aside, probably just onto the floor, but who can say since it went off camera?]
What do you want?
[The Onion hops a little, acting like a small child wanting to be picked up. Roxas rolls his eyes in mild, if fond, exasperation.]
You're spoiled. [But he picks the critter up anyway, half-laughing, half-sighing when it clings to him. He turns his back to the camera as he shifts the Onion a little so he can pick something up off the night table. The Onion glances over his shoulder at the camera, amused. It would probably wink if it had two eyes. It cuddles a little and Roxas freezes, realizing from its behavior that his pet is up to mischief. The music has switched by this point.]
What did you do? [This is a rhetorical question, obviously, as he has yet to figure out a way to understand the critter. Either way, he's looking around the room now, searching for whatever the critter has done. He still hasn't noticed the camera, having probably forgotten that the Onion had turned the camera on when he was sick. Annoyed, he moves somewhere off camera, grumbling a little.]
Little smart ass. You're not taking hints from Pancake, are you?
[The Onion comes into frame while he's not looking, grins and presses a couple buttons on the keyboard. The recording ends here.]
He pays the computer no other mind as he pulls the towel up to dry his hair better, still halfway singing. The Onion runs up to him and tugs on his pants leg. It clearly wants attention and may be hamming it up just a little bit for the camera, which Roxas has definitely not noticed is on yet. He finishes drying his hair before tossing the towel aside, probably just onto the floor, but who can say since it went off camera?]
What do you want?
[The Onion hops a little, acting like a small child wanting to be picked up. Roxas rolls his eyes in mild, if fond, exasperation.]
You're spoiled. [But he picks the critter up anyway, half-laughing, half-sighing when it clings to him. He turns his back to the camera as he shifts the Onion a little so he can pick something up off the night table. The Onion glances over his shoulder at the camera, amused. It would probably wink if it had two eyes. It cuddles a little and Roxas freezes, realizing from its behavior that his pet is up to mischief. The music has switched by this point.]
What did you do? [This is a rhetorical question, obviously, as he has yet to figure out a way to understand the critter. Either way, he's looking around the room now, searching for whatever the critter has done. He still hasn't noticed the camera, having probably forgotten that the Onion had turned the camera on when he was sick. Annoyed, he moves somewhere off camera, grumbling a little.]
Little smart ass. You're not taking hints from Pancake, are you?
[The Onion comes into frame while he's not looking, grins and presses a couple buttons on the keyboard. The recording ends here.]