Jogging? [Ventus might be a teenager, but years of training meant he was up earlier and exercising like a normal person instead of sleeping till noon. Who slept till noon anyways? What a waste of a good morning!
He huffed as he trotted along, turning a corner and nearly running into Flynn.]
Whoa! Sorry about that!
[He flashed a big grin, not at all perturbed by near collision.]