Kenny grinned broadly as Persephone took his backpack from him, with promises of sweet fruits. And if he hadn't mistaken that look, maybe one of another kind as well. [i]"Watch out, Mr. Dark and Gloom. I think that green thumb just took a liking to little ol' me."[/i] While he couldn't have mistook the growl and intensity in Zaniel's voice, Kenny didn't put any stock into it. Whether he liked it or not, he was here at the Home and would try to make the best of it. Life seemed to have decided that this very beautiful and kind girl might be a part of that wish. Whatever Zaniel could do to him more than likely wouldn't kill him. Although he had doubts about the pain. Kenny hated pain, even with his ever-growing pain threshold. He could take a bull's horn without a grimace, but something about how dark the shadow behind Zaniel was had him a little cautious. Would the guy actually try to hurt him? Kenny almost laughed at that thought. He didn't know if he even could die!

With an easy and charming smile, Kenny waved after Persphone and called out to her departing form. "Just any kind of orange will do, sweetheart!" He couldn't believe his luck, wondering if this blessing was also a curse in the making. "So.. Zaniel. How long have you been working the garden and orchards with Persphone? Do you like it?" Kenny asked in a conversational tone. He wanted to test the waters on this, depending on Zaniels' reaction, he'd know if Persephone was on or off the market. Yet, he didn't notice any kind of real intimacy between the two even if he did note the tension. It wasn't his fault the girl was hot and their relationship cold. Maybe Zaniel should've moved a bit faster, but that kind of self-doubt would never hold Kenny back.

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Oscar nodded as he listened to Azai, finding a similar experience of his own. Whether he liked it or not, his telepathy was more than just passive. If he devoted more power than necessary, Oscar found it quite possibly to break the very psyche of his would-be victim. He'd left a victim or two behind that had wished him harm, before he'd discovered his telepathy. They'd been left as nothing more than drooling vegetables, eyes unseeing. The image of it haunted the young man, but he didn't let it show. "Sounds like a hard power to not hurt someone with... I'm sorry you have to carry that burden. My powers keep growing and I keep finding that more and more what seems like simple psychic prowess could turn into something.. more. It's like a levee, ya know? The more I practice, the more the levee floods until.." He took his hands, fingers together to form a wall, then separated them, fingers splayed, to refer to an explosion. "Hence why I'm always out here, testing my limits."

Oscar pondered Azai's question for a moment, thinking whether or not he should answer honestly. He had had reservations about coming here, but with the national manhunt for him, Oscar had finally settled on accepting the invitation Miss Dawson had extended. Now, he often question that decision. Oscar could have lived in the lap of luxury, but always at the expense of others. He'd gotten sick of living like that, but morals were a small price for freedom. Or so he'd discovered. "I came here because I didn't want to keep running, out there." He waved his hand vaguely, indicating the rest of the world. "I'd been chased from coast to coast, practically. And I was getting tired, so finally, I said yes to Miss Dawson's 'invitation'. Although, with the men she sent to collect me, I don't know how inviting she truly could be... You seem like you've been here awhile, trying to get through the forcefield and all.. have you ever actually seen Miss Dawson? I've looked for her," at this he tapped his temple tellingly, "and haven't even gotten a whisper of a thought or identity that might be her! I could tell you about every guard, every staff member, and every other child, man, or woman that's on these grounds, but not her. Who and where the hell is she?"