Guess who's skipping school. Or rather, guess who couldn't believe Ventus had the idea of skipping school before him. He's the local black marked delinquent here... it gives him practice at disappearing into the roar of the crowd, boots stepping on people's feet strategically. It's a good thing Ventus told him what level he's on, and that they're all the same in layout. The hardest part is figuring out which of the many, many bunks is his.

At this time of day it's mostly empty, apart from one or two sitting on the edge of their beds, older kids watching younger kids, someone hitting their head against the wall and several blanket lumps, one of whom is pointed out to be Ventus. Vanitas didn't even need to pretend to be sent by their school.

He grins, casually walking up, and then brings both hands down on the curled huddled form and starts shaking it.

"RISE AND SHINE, VENTUS!" he says at the volume someone rendered ever so slightly deaf just from living here can muster.