[Voice] / [Action for Friend Ship of Justice]

[heartismyown]

I'm not sure what happened.

[He clears his throat.]

I sound funny, my hair isn't spikey anymore and I don't really know where I am. I went to sleep last night with my parrot at my feet but I woke up alone in a weird place.

Am I lost in dream?

[Action for the Friend Ship of Justice crew]

[You can expect Roxas wandering around, rubbing his eyes sleepily and trying to figure out where he is because this is clearly not the Hazmat ship.]

Comments

[by_heart]

You got it. Took you long enough, though, geez. I'm not even trying to sound like her right now.

[Though he has been otherwise. He figures as long as no one catches on, he'll keep it up.]

Sounds like you got the better deal, though. Wanna trade?

[heartismyown]

What do you mean I got the better deal? How?

[That makes no sense Lea.]

[by_heart]

You're not stuck on the Moon. Well, not like you'd consider it "being stuck" anyway.

[But it's Lea's least favorite place on the planet. Well, meaning this particular planet.]

[heartismyown]

[There's a pause.]

No, I'm not really...I don't want to go there anytime soon.

[He exhales.]

But if you want me to come there, I probably can.

[by_heart]

That would probably be the worst idea ever. I'm trying not to make a big deal of the whole thing and having you there would blow my cover.

[sigh]

[heartismyown]

[His tone is a little short.]

I guess I'll see you when we get back then.

[by_heart]

Hey, don't start that. Listen, I know you want to be here and I know you want to help, but the problem with these things is that the more you have to explain, the more chances you have of something going wrong. Some missions are solo missions for a reason.

[He really doesn't have time right now to talk Roxas down from something like this. The longer he talks to the journal, the more chance he has of being overheard.]

Listen, keep an eye on the journal and if anything weird pops up, then by all means do the rescue thing. Just...trust me for now, okay?

[heartismyown]

[He's glaring at the journal. If he could convey his annoyance through it, he would. His tone is not any more friendly, but he speaks quietly.]

Whatever Lea.