Bolin tore his gaze away from his rear end (which in retrospect might have been a pretty odd thing to be staring at) and tilted his head up to see another pony. He hadn't tried standing again mind you, so he did have to look up. At least he hadn't seen Bolin on his back...or so he hoped.

"Yep, it's me, good ole Bolin." He pauses and tilts his head. Unfortunately for Roxas, Bolin is not as good at picking up on clues. "And...you are..."