It's his turn to do the seat-shuffle in the great plan of "getting to know your neighbors," and Ven slides into the chair opposite Naminé with a smile at meeting a new person. She looks familiar, but he's definitely never met her before, and he can't place why she does. It doesn't bother him; probably a lot of people look like someone else, at least if they're the same species and not Mickey or 626 or something like that. It's not like he has tons of experience with that after all. He's also carting along a drink that's mostly empty, something that looks like but doesn't quite taste like lemonade and that he's found he likes quite a lot.

"Hi. I'm Ventus, but call me Ven. Almost everyone does. What's your name?" With the introduction, he holds out his hand to shake, a polite gesture but also a sincere one.