"Hey, I didn't know you had other friends," Mori replied jokingly. "Karaoke, huh?"

He fiddled absentmindedly with the audio setup. Like everything else on his AED, it was simple. He knew it inside out because there wasn't really much to it. It could only be the microphone that was broke. He didn't know what was broke about it but that was why Daichi was good.

He plugged the microphone into its stand and an audible [i]crack[/i] sounded out on the megaphone. It was fairly quiet though, it wasn't even loud enough to disturb the other members, just enough to know it was probably functional. Mori was a lot of things, but he was no rookie.

He pushed the Snack Cart back into his shadow. It'd be real convenient if his IES made things weightless, but he was kind of glad it didn't. It was real important to get the balance right for the Snack Cart. If his IES was that convenient he might not have ever bothered. If he hadn't bothered he would've never made the Broadsider either.

...You know, maybe he was a little obsessed with his snack cart.

Still, he was thinking about his plans for tonight which mainly involved eating chips and watching anime. After he tuned up the Snack Cart, but that was a given.

He thought about it and he didn't think Karaoke rated higher than anime and time by himself. Wait, was Daichi an extrovert? Was this the first extrovert he was friends with? And he didn't know this entire time?

"I guess I'll go to that Karaoke then. Send me the time later on, are there gonna be other people from the club?" He said.

He wasn't asking for any particular reason, but, he did know the repair club a bit better than most as someone who wasn't actually in it. He knew their AE skills well enough that at this point he didn't even have to write them down. When Daichi mentioned whether he had any plans in the future the answer was 'no', really. 

His Snack Cart had incorporated a lot of expertise from people that were not him. They'd taught him how to put it together, made most if not all of the components, and tidied up his blueprints he made from his own limited knowledge. But these people had their own lives to deal with. He didn't want to start relying on them again for another project. That'd be... conceited? Either way he figured once was the limit for a lot of them.

But he diiiiiid have something. It was theoretically possible. He'd have to ask for help again. It was much bigger than his snack cart, but it'd involve asking the repair club members for help too so the overall burden would theoretically be the same. It'd also take much, much longer. He didn't know exactly how long. But, if they pulled it off, it'd mean a lot more than his snack cart. He wasn't sure if they were ready for it. How would he even ask?

"Hey do you want to try to make a mech?" He said.

Nailed it.

[@Duoya]