[The words tumble out, rushed and hurried as Roxas hefts the skateboard up and carries it over to the cement- level ground, perfect for starters. There's cracks here and there, but no worries!]
[At least, not whilst Roxas isn't on the board. He places it on the ground carefully, stepping on and wobbling hazardously before hopping off. For a moment, he scowls- before trying again. On, wobble, off. On, wobble, off.]
[This goes on for quite a few minutes, until Roxas is balanced and a small smile edges it's way onto his face. It's not a lot, but he did it.]
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[The words tumble out, rushed and hurried as Roxas hefts the skateboard up and carries it over to the cement- level ground, perfect for starters. There's cracks here and there, but no worries!]
[At least, not whilst Roxas isn't on the board. He places it on the ground carefully, stepping on and wobbling hazardously before hopping off. For a moment, he scowls- before trying again. On, wobble, off. On, wobble, off.]
[This goes on for quite a few minutes, until Roxas is balanced and a small smile edges it's way onto his face. It's not a lot, but he did it.]
[Now for the riding bit.]