As much as he tried to make an indignant face, Morgan couldn’t manage it through the silly grin fighting its way onto his face. “Yeah, super evil! Mega evil!” As if to accentuate his point, he put his hands in front of him. “This evil, and then eviler still!” If it wasn’t already clear before, it definitely became clear then: Morgan was actually an eight-year-old. A knowing grin flitted across his face as Inigo confessed to not finishing his homework. “You don’t really think you’re gonna finish, do you? Want to borrow my homework, then?”
Crossing his arms behind his head, Morgan continued forward, a bit of the seriousness returning to his expression. “Well, I can help you, at the very least. After all, running into me probably cut down on your time before class, huh? Sorry.” At that, the teen ran a few steps ahead, glancing at something in the distance, and once it had passed, his gaze returned to Inigo.
"Hey," he began, punching his friend lightly in the shoulder. "You know, it’s Friday! So… Do you have any plans this afternoon?" A grin there, excited and eager. "We could hang out or something! Ah-" For a moment, his smile took on an apologetic edge, and he waved his hands in front of himself defensively. "If you don’t, though, I understand!"
The teen gave a sigh of defeat. He had to admit it. With a sigh, “Yeah I really don’t think I’ll be able to finish it in time.” He turned to the bluenette and clasped both of the other’s hands into his, holding them to his chest. “You would really do that for me…?!” His eyes lit up, even though this wasn’t the first time Morgan had done this for him. He did make sure to show he greatly appreciated it each time.
A smile crossed his lips as they continued forth and he shook his head, “Nah, this is about how long it takes every morning I don’t catch the bus.” He passed a glance to the other, “You don’t need to worry about it.”
The small punch to his shoulder did take him by surprise though, has he was caught off guard and stumbled just a step. He smiled and punched Morgan back in the same spot, not too hard and not too soft. More to let him know that he hits harder than he thought. “It is Friday, isn’t it?” He turned his gaze away and looked up towards the sky in thought. He did have plans, but he wasn’t really into the girl and agreed with himself that he could use more time with his blue-haired friend. He could always hang out with what’s-her-face later, anyways. Inigo turned his gaze back to the other and smiled with a small nod. “We can hang out, I’m not busy.” He would of course have to make amends with his female friend, but he could just deal with it later.