[ He doesn't miss, he's sure of it, but Ventus doesn't even flinch. Instead, it's the woman next to him that almost unseats herself in surprise. Vanitas, his chin in his palm, barely moves at all to acknowledge her. It's just his yellow eyes that slide those few inches to the right, coming off Ventus to settle on the unfamiliar face.
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His lip curls, derisive. ]
Maybe you should sit somewhere else.