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Somewhere along the way, Larry would discover that his quickest path back to his house would send him crashing into an unknown person, or at least relatively unknown to him. But to explain why this person had found themselves there would require some rewinding to when Larry was debating his own fate.

Beauregard Orson Deforest would once again find himself staring at the garden that sat perfectly in front of his family's house, attempting to figure how exactly this was his destined job within the colony. If they were his destiny, then they must have some hidden secret that would make them much more interesting for him to assume and go with.

His birthday had been months ago, making him about six and a half years old, a real adult if he had any say in it. And so far, school had told him that he would be a gardener as per his species specialization. And given his current knowledge and experimentation as a Scatterbug hybrid, he could only conclude that these supposed 'flowers' must be some sort of disguised explosive. Otherwise, why would he be the one destined for it when his great talent was explosive power. Making people mad with powder counted as explosions, right?

Finished with his usual hour long debate over whether or not he should test a flower and see if his own hypothesis was correct, Beauregard began to lazily fly, more of a hover really, above the ground towards where he hoped to find some other people to play with. Well, what he dreamed was a hover, all he had at the moment was legs to run but a kid could dream for his future. What he didn't expect was a brown-and-silver moving object to slam into him like a freight train. Expelling a massive puff of his explosive powder upon impact, the Vivillon hybrid could attempt to figure the number on the hybrid who had run into him. "You. With the horns and the face. Why did you run me over?"

Slowly getting off the ground as he checked himself for any possible injuries, the only wound eh could find was a small tear through his t shirt where the littler kid's horn had torn through the flimsy material. "Wow. glad I wasn't flying any higher or I mighta been a kabob." Beau quietly told himself, continuing to eye the tear before noticing the toothy grin. Well, this kid seemed almost to be right up his alley for personality.

Hearing the question, Beau would look around before realizing the kid was gesturing to the powder in the air. "Oh, right. That, my friend, is my super special boom-boom powder. Don't get too much of it on you or you'll get to see why exactly it is called the super special boom-boom powder. Oh right, what's your name? Almost for got that part." Beauregard blurted out, his brain mildly scrambled from the tackle he had just endured. This might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Staring down at the shorter bug hybrid, Beuaregard stared around for a moment before finally speaking. "Promise not to laugh? My name is Beauregard Orson. But I think it sounds dumb, so I wanna different name." The Scatterbug hybrid pouted, now staring at the ground as he began to debate his name concern.

"Meh, I guess. Still doesn't sound as cool as Larrimore." Beau huffed, the fuzz around his head beginning to prickle in response to his indignation. "And I'm 6 and a half. And school is kinda boring for me. But you were screaming about a birthday yourself. How old are you?"

"Can I come to the party!? I wanna have a party. With streamers, and balloons, and maybe some of dad's special sticks. Oooh, wait! Lemme get some of them." Charging back into his house before emerging with a handful of sticks that had strangely large points on the end and little wicks, a look of glee in his face as he stared at the devices. "Okay, let's go to the party since I gots your present now Larry!"

Sprinting after his new friend and panting the whole run as the sticks jostled in his arms, Beau would barely reach the house as Larry burst through his front door. Stopping as he examined the house and the sap he could see being transported around, Beau came to the stunning realization that he had befriended the rich kid that life had told him would be a self-entitled meanie. Huh, nice to know stereotypes weren't such a prevalent thing in real life. Getting to the door Larry had practically kicked in, Beauregard would carefully set the sticks against the door frame outside before wandering in after his new friend. "Uh, hi. Whoever is in here." Beau stammered out, feeling his little fuzzy muffler around his neck begin to prickle up.

Staring into the room, Beau began to stare into the room before he was pushed out of the room by his own instinct to follow his friend. Stopping for a second to grab the special sticks from by the doorway, Beau walked up behind Larry before gesturing with the sticks. "You look sad. Want me to use these and help cheer you up?" Beau asked, beginning to place them into the ground in preparation for his next trick.