... It had been quite a while since he last made a move. Generally avoiding everthing and everyone who had - fortunately? unfortunately? - gathered here over the years like pieces of wood washed upon the beach, Vanitas barely had the desire to talk to anyone. He was a prisoner anyway, much unlike everyone else. They had come here out of their free will to some extend. ... Maybe. He really, really didn't care, and since he'd been only some trash Ventus had dragged along...
Sighing Vanitas stopped his planless but silent walking around, just a moment later to realise he'd stepped into some sort of... greenery. He hadn't paid attention to it the only time he'd been on the real version of this island, but now that he was there he actually got his foot tangled up in this green plant... thing. It was... frustrating, yes, even more so since he was now in plain sight as he struggled to get his leg back to freedom. Vanitas really wanted to avoid an encounter with Ventus, or anyone, really. ......... Except that this wouldn't be solved like this. With another sigh he stopped struggling and thrashed his arm around, incinerating the leaves and finally getting his leg back.
... And this had to have attracted trouble by now. He turned around, narrowing his eyes.
"You done gawking, blondie?"