<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UCzEVzD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maya<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / Morning (6:20 AM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Masahiro and Michael's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Masahiro, Open<br/><hr/>Smiling cheekily as she looked from one victim to the other. There wasn’t a single glint of remorse or regret in the violet hues that glittered expectantly with curiosity and excitement. In fact she seemed eager to see their reactions, relaxing her posture and remaining in an evidently vulnerable position as the facts seeped in and registered in the minds of both men. Michael was the first to react, but before Maya could take the time to understand and appreciate what was being said a loud boisterous roar shattered it’s way into the room. If that didn’t spell trouble clearly enough, being seized aggressively should have been enough to ring alarm bells in anyone’s mind. But Maya didn’t seem to fussed. On the contrary she merely winced at the sudden howling, before submissively allowing herself to be captured without resistance. Calmly falling flat on her back as Masahiro pinned her down before him.<br/><br/>“Uhmm really Masahiro?” she questioned uncertainly, her eyes wavering a bit as she glanced over towards Michael and then up at her captor. A faint tinge of paint lightly brushing its way across her cheeks as she pointedly acknowledged their close proximity. In a sense her discomfort was genuine. As she wasn’t accustomed to being near anyone, nevermind being held down in such a vulnerable way. But at the same time she was pretty certain that neither had the courage, hatred, or interest in her to do anything too extreme. It wasn’t the first time she’d pulled one over Masahiro’s eyes and the last few times she’d managed to get away with little more than a shout. And despite allowing herself to be captured this time around, she doubted things would end any differently.<br/><br/>“I mean, I’m flattered and all, but really? Infront of your room mate? You know you could at least buy me dinner first...” she hummed, feigning embarrassment and glancing over towards Michael once more. Biting her lower lip gently to suppress herself from bursting out with laughter when she noticed Michael trying his best to conceal his lacking attire. “And you... what do you mean by why am I here? Same reason as always obviously. Your pollen, my idea, profit to be had? Don't tell me you've forgotten already” she continued, pretending to act like her usual self despite the circumstances. Beneath the exterior  though she figured that the incident with Michael’s pollen wasn’t something he’d want to discuss with her infront of others. And it hopefully gave her the moment of reprieve to continue along with some leverage over the situation.<br/><br/>“Listen, I’m flattered... I’m really really happy that I’ve manage to catch both your attention and all, but this isn’t quite what I had in mind when I popped over to say good morning. I mean I can understand you’re upset, but it’s not my fault that a Rattata ate your breakfast” she stated, feigning ignorance and continuing on with the charade. She didn’t have an alibi, and common sense dictated she was the culprit... but it wasn’t like either of them had any evidence against her. At least not that she knew of.