[The feed starts with some interference, as if something is bumping against the speaker. It's night, and it seems that Marluxia's Oddish is active and apparently a bit of mischievious. It peeks at the camera lens too close, blocking most of the view.]
You think I should talk into this, as well? Ah, I suppose it could not do any harm...
[Oddish is removed from the lens, to be deposited into his lap instead, while Marluxia picks up the 'gear, looking at it a bit curiously.]
Are you hoping we can find more friends like this?
[He pauses, as if he is realizing something for the first time.]
... Does that music I hear ever stop?
[Now curious about the ever-present tune, he shuts the feed off as he stands to investigate.]