[ Cool. Cool, okay. Tate says that'd be cool. Which is cool. Heh. Michael smiles again, shy and cheerful, and, again, he's wearing his feelings on his sleeve - he's happy and he's warm and it's obvious that making a friend is a pretty big deal for him, which Tate could probably easily assign to this whole awkward homeschooled vibe he's got going on. He's still happy, when Tate asks him what else he'll be doing here, but he grows more hesitant, unsure of how to answer. ]
Uh... [ He looks at Tate, then away. ] I'm... okay, I have a bit of a plan, maybe. Promise you won't laugh?
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Uh... [ He looks at Tate, then away. ] I'm... okay, I have a bit of a plan, maybe. Promise you won't laugh?