Kingsley is a...weird fella. Weird in a good way, not a bad way. He had dragged you along to a massive stretch of grass patches just to look for crickets, he had a small jar with over 5 crickets inside it.

"Come on! I think i saw some more there" He exclaimed, grabbing your hand and dragging you along, not caring about any protests on your part, he was too busy keeping his mask from slipping off and keeping a quick enough pace to catch the crickets.