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Wasalu smiled when Michael responded positively. He was going to ask Michael if he was being bullied again, but his friend seemed like he was doing okay at the time. So I overreacted. He thought. Not the first time. "Great!" He said, cheerily. "I was hoping you'd come along."

Wasalu was going to ask him why he was walking around the school, but Michael spoke up. "And um, I was just wondering..." Michael trailed off in his sentence, shifting his weight back and forth. It was obvious something was on his friend's mind, though Wasalu didn't pretend to know what it was. He always wanted to help Michael, so he was sure that if Michael wanted his help... he'd ask for it. But maybe it was hard for the quiet boy to ask for help? Wasalu had considered that before, but had shrugged it off. Michael knew Wasalu would always respond yes to his requests, most likely. "I was just wondering if maybe, um -- uh, if you could help me out? See, I was trying to get some equipment into my car and it was too heavy... I only got one into the car and I dropped another one and it broke." Then he sighed, seeming slightly... annoyed or displeased. Wasalu tipped his head slightly to one side, frowning when Michael did. Was something else wrong? He gave Michael a quick once over, but wasn't able to find anything right away.

Well... it doesn't matter. I mean, I'll find out eventually if something else is wrong. "Equipment?" Wasalu responded. Considering Michael's area of expertise, was he bringing computers to the car? He was probably taking them from the AV Club. Wait, is he stealing? Wasalu wondered, before a smile spread over his face. That's...adorable. Sometimes Michael did things that were absolutely normal, like stealing-- although considering the frail looking boy was in the AV Club, maybe he was taking defunct equipment-- and Wasalu would see his actions as cute. He supposed it was because Michael gave off the air of a rather well-behaved though meek kind of person, but would sometimes veer off course and do something Wasalu wasn't expecting from him. But to be completely honest, Wasalu thought Michael stealing computers was cute because he was positive all Michael had to do was ask and people would fall over themselves to give him what he wanted. If I had that power, I'd abuse it to no end, Wasalu thought. "Sure. C'mon, let's go get that stuff into your car first. Don't want anyone stealing it, right?" He chuckled. Michael moved closer to him before they started across the parking lot again.

Like normal, Michael started up a conversation. "So, you're not going to soccer practice today? Do you need a ride home cause I could drive you, y'know, if you wanted." He shrugged.

Wasalu frowned. "Nah, I didn't feel like going to practice. I was planning on ditching school today, but... Dante caught me leaving the house with my easel, so I ended up staying all day." With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. He really didn't want to think about school "Today's more of an art day," He decided, before flashing Michael a smile. He supposed any day he didn't feel like talking to most people was an art day. "But if we finish getting your stuff into your car and grabbing my sketch book before Diego reaches, sure, I'd like if you could give me a ride home. You can stay over for a while if you want." He offered. "...Although..." Wasalu paused, realizing that if Michael needed help putting the equipment into the car, he'd probably need help getting it out, too. "Do you need my help moving your stuff into your house? I don't mind giving you a hand if you need it."

They reached Michael's car quicker than Wasalu had expected, but there was a computer tower on the ground and one on a cart. The lower level of the cart had plastic bits on it. The one on the ground had cracks in it's plastic. "Huh. Is it okay, Gawain? I mean-- that computer, can you still use it?" He knelt down to determine how heavy the computer was. With the plastic cracked, it was a bit weird to hold, but he was able to lift it onto the cart next to the other tower. It was a bit heavier than a standard tower was-- his brothers both had desktops that were lighter than this one. "I mean, if you don't want to keep it, we can dump it." He crossed his arms, looking at the two computers. "Or I guess we could swap it for a working one when we go back inside. The outer part is removable, right? You just have to keep the cracked part and we just swap out the insides." Pausing, Wasalu looked at his smaller friend. "What do you think?"