[Roxas spares Naminé an assessing glance, verifying that she isn't harmed — not that he'd expect Add to accost her. But he did come into the middle of this exchange, and he's compelled to confirm all the same. There follows a quick, easily seen up-down motion of his hooded head before he turns his focus to Add.
He looks...alarmed. The fact that he's pressed a hand over the thing on his eye only lends itself to the developing theory that his friend-turned-shinki is in trouble and isn't asking him for help...
But for the moment, he gestures toward Naminé with an open, gloved hand]
Don't pick on Naminé.
[Flat as his tone is, there's a faint note of warning there. He could never seriously harm Add, unless he'd reached a point where there was no other way to save him (and he hopes never to repeat that experience), nor does he plan on doing anything that'd harm him, but he's not condoning this behavior by any stretch. And there's a clear, bottled frustration there.
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He looks...alarmed. The fact that he's pressed a hand over the thing on his eye only lends itself to the developing theory that his friend-turned-shinki is in trouble and isn't asking him for help...
But for the moment, he gestures toward Naminé with an open, gloved hand]
Don't pick on Naminé.
[Flat as his tone is, there's a faint note of warning there. He could never seriously harm Add, unless he'd reached a point where there was no other way to save him (and he hopes never to repeat that experience), nor does he plan on doing anything that'd harm him, but he's not condoning this behavior by any stretch. And there's a clear, bottled frustration there.
Why can't his favorite people get along?]