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As the young man fell to his side in a fit of laughter, Kansas stood still and simply grinned, waiting for Roran to gather himself together again. He had never been so cheerful, even at that age. Instead, he had been sullen, so wrapped up in self pity, unable to enjoy that time of his life as much as he should have. It was pleasing to see a young mas so full of happiness and laughter.
Kansas nodded in response, appreciating Roran's courteous attitude. He shifted into his lupus form as it would be easier for them to travel at the same pace if they were both on all fours. "Eh, okay, lets go this way." he decided aloud after a moment's thought. Kansas had never done anything like this before, so he followed his instincts and set off north. The airfield was a spectacular place, and he thought it would be a good starting point for a "tour," or whatever this sort of thing was. Moving at a steady trot, he looked over at his companion and spoke, "Crimson Dreams is set around an old human military base, I think that's what it's called. We're goin to the airfield, it's a really cool place..." He trailed off and took a slight left through the forest. Already the trees were thinning and he could see a clearing through their sparse trunks. "How long you been around?"