I identify as a problem

The doves nested here, but it seemed Tate was content to chase them. Chasing, darting and dashing through the clusters of birds and their nests. Maybe he was hunting, but it was becoming abundantly clear that Potato was really just messing with them. That was okay too. His gaze shone brightly, mischief running hot and thick in his blood. Head tossing, gait jaunty. Tate is a tank of a boy, and that makes him rather slow. Still fast enough to terrorize the birds. Laughing to himself as he did, the boy sundered forward. A skip in his step and a roll of his shoulders. All manner of brilliant, beautiful things.

As he loped through the birds and had a fantastic time of himself, something caught his eye. Something rather bright, rather colorful. Potato tossed his head, gaze settling on the lanky boy. "'Ey!" Gruff as he does. Loudly, lowering his head to get a better look at him in the shadows. "You going to gimme a hand with this, or just sit on yer ass all day?" A smirk, his head high. There's something wild about him. Unchained.

Taking a couple steps toward the stranger, standing in the soft sunlight. Real main character energy from the koi boy.

"Potato"