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Kaoni ran without glancing around him, his feet pummeling the ground, flying over distances as fast as he could. It was not that he was afraid of what might be imagined chasing him: on the contrary, he was giggling like mad, even as he was nearly out of breath with the exhilaration of his speed. He was, at least for the time, free. And until he was forcibly dragged back, he planned to do everything in his power to remain so.

His hair, relatively long now as it had been a while since it had been cut, and his Mother seemed to rather like long hair on men, had pulled from its ties and flew loose behind him. When he finally slid to a stop, it settled upon his shoulders and only slightly below them. He grinned and flipped his hair around a bit for fun before extracting a tie from his pocket and returning it to its usual pony-tail state.

He eyed the area where he'd slid to a halt with some satisfaction. Sure, it was not the nicest locale: in fact, it was likely one of the worst so close to his own home, but a playground was a playground, and that meant fun to be had. He'd get home when he got home, and as long as he was clean before Mother saw him, she'd never know he'd been romping in the lands of the Commoners and the Poor.

He began to wander over to the various structures, first tending toward this, then that, yet obviously with little urgency. His ears picked up a slight noise, a tune rather. And a pretty one at that. He smiled: singing meant other people, and other people in playgrounds meant other children that could be playmates. With some purpose now, he darted over to the jungle gym. "Hello!" he called happily, before he could even see the person.

"My name's Kaoni!" Kaoni responded with a wide grin. He'd as good as leaped a stretch of the way up the jungle gym, and climbed further, toward being level with the other youth. "Dorian's an interesting name...unusual!" His smile did not waver, and as always he said whatever came to mind without bothering as to whether or not it may be perceived as rude. Unlike Dorian, he saw nothing unusual about the clothing of his new companion, and hardly noted the state of their surroundings further than that it was, at least, different than that around his own home.

"Ah...Something like that. Somewhere over there..." He commented, gesturing loosely in the direction he'd come. As for specifics: that was not necessary. He'd find his way home easily enough, given enough time. "And you? I've not seen you around before..." Not that Kaoni had yet been this particular route of escape. But still, something about the child gave off the feeling of it being a new face.

Kaoni's grin grew impossibly wider as he settled next to Dorian, perching precariously on the jungle gym and holding on with only a few fingers to prevent falling should his balance fail. "A book character?" Kaoni's head tilted to the side, and with absolute certainty he could no he had not, and likely never would, read the book. "That's pretty cool! My name is just...Yup!" He seemed not to realize he'd offered no actual explanation of his name, as if the short and almost imperceptible pause was explanation enough. "But being named after a character seems fun!"

Kaoni shifted his balance a bit, never remaining still for any time at all if he could possibly avoid it. He almost slipped and fell, but he only giggled and righted himself again, climbing fully to the top of the jungle gym and balancing himself well enough to stand on top of it in a "I conquered this and I am superior to everyone...mwahaha" pose. He laughed again and spun around to face Dorian, surprisingly not falling considering how klutzy he tended toward being.

"It must be fun to be able to go to places with your parent! Mother won't take me anywhere fun..." His voice was the whining and whinging tone of a spoiled child. At the feel of Dorian's gaze on him, he crouched down, still balancing surprisingly well, and titled his head at the other boy, questioning him.

Climbing carefully back down to sit level with Dorian once more, Kaoni tilted his head at the comment. “Homo-erotic?” he asked, not understanding in the slightest, “I wonder if that’s something you learn about when you’re older. Like where normal human babies come from or how to differentiate different brands of suits?”

“Normally, I would have fallen by now too,” Kaoni responded with a giggle, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to act so bravely when so klutzy, and tempted to spin around where he sat to further tempt fate. Never one to bother resisting inclinations, Kaoni did so and almost fell once again, laughing as he hung by only his legs and attempted to swing himself back up to get a grip on the bars. When he settled back by Dorian once more, he responded. “I’m usually surrounded by adults, except at the pocky shop. There’s lots of kids there!” He smiled happily, as if remembering. At Dorian’s last comment, Kaoni grinned widely, and in his smile there was a bit of a predatory gleam. Without warning, he pounced, wrapping his arms around Dorian in what might generally be called a “glomp” and calling out, “But you’re not alone now! I’m with you!” He did not seem to care that his pounce had set both of them dangerously off balance.