Kenny didnâ€™t trust him. Sure at times he wanted a place to live. A place to have food. A place where it was warm. He just didnâ€™t trust rich people. People that could have helped a four year old boy and instead left him to the streets. That had stung as a child that he had been so undesirable that nobody wanted to help him. He hadnâ€™t gone into orphanages because for one they were full. He had grown up on the streets with no one to take care of him except him. Then occasionally an older lady would cut his hair. Not often though. He made a face at him. â€œWell you shouldnâ€™t just be kissing people willy nilly.â€ He said with a huff. â€œIâ€™m not whining! I am protesting this kidnapping!â€ He said seriously. How dare he call him a whiner. How would he feel if he was in his place???<br/><br/>He flinched when he was given a look. Trying to escape the man but soon had hands on his shoulders. He looked at him. â€œSee...kidnapping is a crime.â€ he said. Making a face as the guy continued to speak. â€œI donâ€™t want to be a girl. I refuse to be a girl. Iâ€™m a boy. Iâ€™m a boy under my clothes. I am not a crossdresser!â€ He cried out. Into the kitchen he was tugged. Letting out a sigh of exasperation. He made a face a bit. He didnâ€™t like how HE was being forced to stay here but his friends didnâ€™t have to do it. It wasnâ€™t his fault he was such a feminine fem boy. He kinda felt bad the way the guy was practically begging him. The way he talked made him kinda feel evil for not doing what he wanted. He wasnâ€™t going to do it though. He watched him set down the movie and tugged again. Trying to escape. At the moment no such luck. He was watching the man carefully. Watching him to find an escape moment. He was let go when the man went to do the leftovers.<br/><br/>That was all it took for him to turn around and bolt out of the kitchen. He ran through the halls and followed the path he had been taken down. Jerking open the front door and bolted out of it. Not even stopping to shut it. He ran towards the fence. Running around the crazy bodyguards who appeared seemingly out of nowhere and began chasing him. This caused him panic because guys in suits chasing you was a bad thing. He ran faster and lost them. Gaining enough distance to avoid being grabbed. He soon started to shimmy up the large fence. It took longer because the brick was smoother but with his bare feet he was able to shimmy up a bit faster. Still it wasnâ€™t that fast. He kicked his ankle free when it was grabbed. Breaking the bodyguards nose. â€œNO! NO! NO!â€ He yelled out. Shimmying up faster. Damn this fence being so damn huge! He was only halfway up and still try to climb up faster. He slipped a couple inches when his footing missed a crack. Though soon regained this space. He was almost there. He might actually make his escape! Or...so he hoped.