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The imp looked away from Lilo for a second. Just a second. And when he looked back, he found to his horror that she'd stumbled and seemingly hurt herself. He was down on his knees immediately, trying to get a look at the injury and whether or not he would need to find an adult to handle the situation. "Can ya stand up?" he asked softly, the worry thick in his voice. "I can call for one'v them organizers or something if ya can't," he said, still staying down and waiting to hear her answer.

He looked up at the wisp and he grimaced at it before pointing an accusing finger at the familiar, "Ya were s'pposed ta watch out fer stuff like that!" It was highly possible that he was directing his anger at the wrong target. Strong sense of responsibility or not, he was still a freshling and likely to shift the blame to something else.

Wayne got up and brushed himself off but that grouchy grimace on his face was still present. "Well, fine then," he huffed though the way he spoke made the word fine sound like fahn. And at the insult he bristled, the fluff of his tail getting fluffier on instinct, "Naw, yellin' atcher familiar's lettin' it know it done messed up. And I ain't short!" he said a little louder than he really intended, puffing his chest up as if it would prove a point.

"'Sides, even if I am, which I ain't, it ain't like I'm not gonna get bigger! So there!" He wanted to congratulate himself and then realized he was picking on a blind freshling and immediately felt like a jerk. But in his defense, they sound like a jerk too. "Anyway, maybe we should go somewhere else. It’s getting crowded here."

Wayne's cheeks puffed in indignation at the pat on his head but didn't make any attempt to bat their hand away. He was only letting Lilo do that because they'd trip while he was there and that was a consolation of sorts. Anyone else who got it in their head that the freshling imp would allow such a gesture was going to get their fingers bit.

When Lilo took his hand in theirs, Wayne hastily looked away but gave the other freshling a reassuring squeeze. "Yeah, ya better stick with me. An' tell yer wisp to follow right." He knew just the place to take the baphomet. He carefully maneuvered them past seniors and juniors until they got to a cordoned off section.

As much as Wayne tried to act like he was grown up, he was still a freshling and there were times this was a good thing. There were chairs and tables and most importantly lots of snacks for them. "Ya wanna regular seat or a buncha beanbags?" he asked.

The imp tilted his head as Lilo managed to make their way towards one of the bean bags without any difficulty. He wondered if the Wisp had taken up its job again but there was a nagging suspicion to the baphomet's actions building up in the back of his head. Still, Wayne wasn't going to just leave them alone. He looked around and squinted at the refreshment table where a couple of seniors were handing out snacks.

"There's some sandwiches and crackers beside juice boxes. And there's lotsa cookies and a bowl of 'em heart candy-thingies." He glanced from the food and back to Lilo and an idea formed in his head. "I'll get us a little bit of each." And he left before Lilo could protest. When he returned, he was carrying a tray with a decent assortment of the snacks. But the imp took one chalky heart candy from the plate and gave it to Lilo. "Got this fer ya."

And written on the candy was the message "I <3 U"

He had to take several steps back to keep from spilling the food, though some of the cookies fell off their plate and onto the tray. A part of Wayne felt triumphant that he managed to figure out Lilo's game. But another part of him felt a little hurt at the very public display Lilo just made. He allowed that feeling of rejection to flit across his features, briefly, before schooling them into a knowing smirk, "Ya sure ya ain't upset that I saw through yer game 'stead've me possibly likin' ya?" he drawled, half teasing and half chiding.

"And doncha worry them long bangs of yers, I ain't in love with ya. Dunno if I still like ya, neither, seein' as I was misled to believe ya were someone else." At this he lowered the tray of food onto a table, because he didn't want to waste food in case Lilo acted up again. But he didn't seem to be walking away or leaving them on their own. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest and stared at the baphomet expectantly.

There they went again with the little comment. Wayne wouldn't have minded it so much if Lilo hadn't been his age and around his height. His response was a grimace accompanied by a twitch of his eye. However, his brow quirked in confusion as Lilo went on, "Rude? I asked ya a question. S'all there was to it. Dunno 'bout it being rude cuz I sure wouldn't be able to see with all mah hair in mah face."

And the thing of it was that Wayne was being sincere. He didn't see how the question itself was rude (because politely phrasing things seemed to have been a lesson that went over his head) if it went straight to the heart of the matter. "But if ya thought I was being rude'n a jerk to ya cuz've that, then fine. I'm sorry."

This time he reached for one of the juice boxes and offered that to Lilo as a sort of olive branch. Figures the box itself was green.

Wayne nodded in response to their apology. Good. He didn't know what else he could do if they rejected his. He probably would have just gotten a sandwich and walked away. He wasn't going to force the situation with the baphomet.

"Lemme start over?" he asked, straightening his sweater and lowering the plushies he'd gotten forced onto him on the table. "Mah name's Wayne. I gots a caretaker an' I'm in Eldritch." He waited a beat. "An' I ain't that short. How about you?"

Wayne tilted his head at the bit of information about Lilo making their caretaker cry but decided it was something he would ask at a later time. For now, he got himself a juicebox of his own (also green) and started to take a few sips from it, "Yer prolly in Arkham cuz ya can act good." It was an observation rather than praise but Lilo was free to take it as such. He did roll his eyes at the short jab and without the benefit of bangs to hide it, not that he was trying to. "And if I'm short, doncha worry. I'm gonna get taller when I get older." He sounded supremely confident in this, as if somehow daring the cruel, sadistic individual typing at the keyboard, I mean the world to prove him wrong.