>>5311119Taking stock of block-kid’s handiwork, you find that, not only did he almost finish the platform, but he also added <span class="mu-i">torches. Torches!</span> Curiously, you put your finger to one, finding that it's just about as warm as a heated blanket. The crafting table, on the other hand, does nothing when you poke it or slap your hand down against it. <span class="mu-i">Perhaps it’s something that only works for him?</span> You wonder to yourself, which is most likely the case.
“Wanna see my diamond pickaxe?” The kid interrupts your examination of the crafting table, and you nod<span class="mu-i">, because why the heck not?</span> Proudly, the kid brandishes it, but, at the same time, he looks kind of sheepish for whatever reason.
“Uh…I got in a lot of trouble for making this. I took my grandma’s necklace to get the diamonds.” He scratches the back of his head. Before, you couldn't really tell how old this kid was with his mutation, but, after hearing him speak, it sounds as if he were just about high-school age, if not a little older.
“I enchanted the crap out of it though so it’d never break.” Block-kid continues, and, looking closer at the pickaxe, you note the glowing sheen that encompasses it.
“I took some of your wood too, if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, go ahead–we’re not using anything here.” If the warehouse gets a long-overdue cleanup, you don’t really mind. “Got a name I can call you?”
He takes a second to consider your question before finally saying. “Ralph is fine.” From the tone of his voice, it sounds like he couldn’t really think of anything better, but you’re not one to judge.
“Well, nice to meet you, Ralph.” And, even though he can’t see it from beneath your covered face, you flash him a grin anyway. “Just hang tight, kid. We’ll get you home soon.”
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