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[Rude. He didn't say Ventus could be in his way.]

Move.

[He was Ventus' responsibility so clearly Ven needs to clean up after him.]

You have a fruit eating waste in your arms. Make use of it.

[Reaching up as if to physically remove Ventus out of his path, but he doesn't actually touch him.]

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Don't call it that. [It hurts its bunny feelings, yo.] I'm not movin' until you've cleaned that up. So go do it.

[Trying to look stern. Totally failing. You cannot look stern with a fluffy mass scooped up in your arms.]

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I'll call it what I want. [It's not like the bunny even notices or care.] Or what?

[Doesn't help that Ventus' stern faces weren't...very stern in the first place. Watching him a bit longer before snorting and nudging at his shoulder with the back of his hand.] You really need to work on that.

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[Man, he can nudge him all her wants but he ain't budging. All it really does is make him look even more ridiculous. Like there's a goldfish massacre happening right now.]

Or I'm not lettin' you leave. That's what. [Ignoring most of what Vanitas says... as he's learned to do by now.]

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I'm patient.

[When he felt like it.

Deciding to take advantage of Ventus' hands being full, he'll hook a thumb in his collar to try to tug on it. Once there was enough space he'll try to plop a half eaten apple slice down Ven's shirt.]

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Wha—? H-Hey! [HE ISN'T SURE WHAT JERK MOVE HE EXPECTED OUT OF VANITAS, but this probably wasn't is.

Thanks to the wonderful world of knee-jerk reactions, he ends up leaning back at the same time his shirt is being tugged forward. Awesome combination. Very good. Very nice. Have fun plopping that apple in there, unwanted heart bro!]

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[Since Ventus is so accommodating, he'll give him a second apple slice down his shirt for free.]

Problem? [Letting go as he stepped back.] Careful, Ventus. You might drop it. [Referring to the dumb thing in his arms.]