Wasabi yawned. He'd gotten up at the crack of dawn because he wanted to get a solid start on his new laser project before the robotics lab filled with people and distractions. It was a Saturday, so it was unlikely that many people would show up at all, but still. That was how Wasabi liked the lab anyway: empty and calm. The day-to-day chaos sometimes drove him up a wall.

Wasabi rubbed at his still sleepy eyes and pulled his tool cart closer to his current project. He reached for his Robertson wrench and felt only empty tabletop. He stared in disbelief at the vacant outline where the wrench should be. He glanced around the lab, his eyes landing on GoGo Tomago's work bench. After all, she was just about the only person who didn't bother asking to borrow his tools.

Wasabi walked over to the bench and stared in disbelief at the heaps of papers and journals mixed with metal scraps and tools. He shifted a pile of papers and saw a familiar blue handle sticking out of a notebook. A-ha!

Wasabi grabbed the wrench and set the precarious stack of papers back down. He turned to head back to his workstation, wrench in hand, when a few heaps of junk slipped off the bench. Wasabi sighed, sticking the wrench in his back pocket, and turned back around to pick up the mess.

His first instinct had been to simply throw everything back on the bench and leave the chaos as close to as he found it as he could, but…it was just so messy! It couldn't hurt to just neaten up the paper piles…

Two hours later, Wasabi was grinning as he stared at his handiwork. All of the tools were put away and all the junk metal was in the recycling bin. He'd sat on the floor reading through the random papers and had sorted them according to project and project component before putting them with the corresponding notebooks in labeled binders he'd grabbed from the supply closet. These were now in a neat row on the bench, propped up by a few books GoGo had.

Wasabi stretched his arms above his head and popped his back. He collapsed on one of the couches scattered around the lab. His eyes felt a bit heavy. Resting for a minute can't hurt anything…

GoGo Tamago was standing frozen in the doorway of the robotics lab, eye twitching, glaring at what had once been her work bench. She angrily popped her gum as she stormed over to the offending area. All she had wanted for today was to work on improving the zero gravity suspension on her bike, but she'd been met with this...atrocity.

She violently pulled a binder she didn't recognize out of a row of more binders she'd never seen before. She yanked it open to find pages of her notes on the dynamics of the wheels of her bike, organized by date. There were tabs marking what was what, and in the back was the yellow notebook she'd recorded the friction test results in. Her face scrunched up as her fury changed to confusion. She slowly shut the binder and saw that written on the front and side was "Motorcycle Wheels" in small tight handwriting.

Wasabi.

GoGo whipped around and scanned the lab she had initially thought was empty. On the far wall, collapsed on a couch, was a sleeping Wasabi. She walked over to the couch slowly and sat down next to him as she tried to decide how to handle this situation. She couldn't kick his ass, because what he'd done had actually been really nice and helpful. Also he was her friend, so…yeah, she couldn't be mad at him. So what on Earth was she supposed to do? How do normal people respond to things like this?

GoGo groaned and slumped back on the couch. Having to consider other people's feelings was such a pain. This is why she'd never wanted any friends. She threw her arm over her eyes. It was just so frustrating!

Confused and tired, GoGo drifted off to sleep.

Fred strolled into the university's robotics lab to see what was going on today. He sighed as he saw no one else in the room. Well, it was a Saturday, but he'd still expected a little excitement. Disappointed, he turned to leave, but something, or rather two somethings, caught his eye.

He had been wrong, there were two other people in the lab. Off to the side of the lab, Wasabi was sprawled across a couch, GoGo Tomago next to him with her head resting on his broad chest. Wasabi's arm was slung around the short girl's shoulders protectively.

Fred crept closer and pulled his phone out. He snapped a picture, mouth agape. The others were not going to believe this. He scurried out of the lab, still trying to comprehend what he'd just seen.