When Roxas threw the ball on the basket this time, it bounced off heavily and rolled quite far. It stopped by the feet on some girl and Roxas jogged after it. "Oh, thanks.", he said and returned the smile she was givng him. He took the ball back, when his glance fell on the sketchbook the girl had brought with her. "You're drawing?", he asked interested. He had always wanted to be a good drawer, but he was just horrible at it. "I wish I had at least a little skill.", he meant and chuckled.