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Adamaz followed eagerly after Sascha as he approached the junkyard fence. Had Sascha really been to the fluid station? Could anyone really be as cool as to be psionic, a fluid-fan, and also just a swell guy? Had such a figure never presented themselves, violently and accidentally leaving a rapidly swelling welt on Adamaz’s shoulder, Adamaz never would have believed it. Yet there was Sascha, who had rocketed to number one kid within a few minutes, zooming much like the baseball that had hit Adamaz, and the one that smashed the crate in front of his very eyes. Dust from the exploded crate flew into his face and stuck into his hair.

It wasn’t the destruction that had impressed Adamaz, but the power unlike any other power in Adamaz’s world - power, which had nothing to do with blood color or money or privilege but something else altogether, preternatural socially more than anything else. Here was a boy who was in some ways more than even the queen. Most trolls could only create holes with shovels or bullets. Not this one.

With how emotionally overwhelming a hover trick and a rippling kerchief were, there wasn’t anything left in Adamaz’s expressive portfolio to communicate just how JAZZED he was about the display. He gawked, open mouthed and wide eyed, blinking and sniffing occasionally. He searched for any additional response he could provide regarding the situation. He ended with a loud crescendo of a whistle ending in a toothy grin. “WOW,” he coo’d.

Adamaz' underbite-devouring hoofbeast-toothed grin was back. He didn't know Chittentown had even more piles of abandoned junk than the Busthind Scrapdump. This town was full of wonders. "Oh man. You should know. I LOVE junk forts. It's practically my specialty." Adamaz began to draw up plans in his head. "Woulda tall one be better to knock down for fun, or like a bunker? You could probably knock down a bunker," he added, nudging his new pal encouragingly. He was feeling on top of the world, and wondered idly if a musical accompaniment from his harmonica would complete the fort building experience. He'd have to ask later. "Oh, and hey: I gotta few old books on supernatural stuff to lend ya, if you wanted a read... "

Papa Roach volunteered himself to haul furniture. He was positively delighted to help foster this young friendship. Also, to help look through exquisite and wonderful trash! He gathered up the furniture (showing off a bit for the other trash-loving lusus), and made piles of good strong furniture and stuff he liked. They ended up becoming one pile, as was inevitable. All the while, the boys built and knocked down what they could, enjoying each other all the while. Sweet boys. He encouraged Bagwormother, and later Adamaz, that playdates would be a wonderful pastime, and that if they ever wanted a change of scene, the Busthind dump was right near the hive.