<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UCzEVzD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maya<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / Morning (6:30 AM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Masahiro and Michael's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Masahiro, Christopher<br/><hr/>Considering her personality and choice in attire, Maya had never really been the type of girl that could spend hours perfecting her self-image infront of the mirror. She preferred presentable over perfection, and her definition of being presentable was defined by her mood and level of patience at the time, rather than the situation and people she was planning on meeting up with. But even so, she couldn’t help but run a nervous hand through the strands of hair when Michael unexpectedly decided to off-handedly compliment her on the way she’d handled her hair. Despite her affinity towards mischief making, she was still only human and compliments no matter how shallow they were tended to nudge at her sense of self-inflated importance.<br/><br/>Maya had barely finished disentangling herself from the warmth coming from the back of \Masahiro’s head when Michael abruptly launched himself upon her with convicted fervor. Being a fair bit more forceful than his usual self, and rattling her by the shoulders as he spoke to her in an almost frighteningly stern voice. While it was far from the worst Maya had experienced in terms of intimidation, that didn’t dilute the sheer surprise of being grabbed so abruptly, and the chance in Michael’s usually laid-back personality was enough to make Maya go wide-eyed and silent as she let the other have his say on the matter. Nodding her head compliantly in the hopes that it’d at cooperating would calm the delirious man down, internally she found herself questioning what all the fuss was about. Sure it wasn’t the tastiest serving of food around, but food was still food and while she had no desire to actively seek it out… it wasn’t that bad… was it?<br/><br/>Seeing Michael take a deep breath to calm himself, Maya managed to relax her tense self a bit too. Figuring that the worst of the storm had passed over, she dully noted the schedule Michael like to set out for himself each morning, but only really bothered to reply when he decided to join the long list of people who insisted on calling her hopeless. “If people keep insisting on calling me that, I might start taking it up as a middle name. Maya Hopeless… oh right, kind of need a surname for that I guess“ she murmured, not really knowing how to finish her self-naming. She probably had a surname that was stashed away in an old drawer somewhere back at the orphanage, but she’d never really bothered to seek it out, and she didn’t feel attached to the orphanage enough to adopt it as her namesake either. ‘Maya‘ had suited her just fine so far, so she supposed she’d just stick to what she was used to.<br/><br/>The conversation between them was however brought to an abrupt halt as someone knocked on the front door and called for Michael’s attention…. had Maya been the considerate caring type she might have pointed out that it was still pretty early and that they were in pretty close proximity to the other rooms…. but Maya wasn’t considerate, and she honestly didn’t care. The sun was up, meaning everyone was fair game when it came to abrupt awakenings. “Games? Poketube?" She mouthed questiongly to Masahiro as the two of them followed after Michael, both of them equally curious as to who was at the door and what they had to offer.<br/><br/>Oblivious to Michael’s concern and consideration, Maya practically threw herself at Michael’s back upon seeing Michael narrowly open the front door. Tackling the other and making no effort to keep herself concealed, she could sense instinctively that Michael was trying to hide something…. she just didn’t realize that something was her, rather than the guy on the other side. “Fun games, and free food at eight, got it“ she summarized, for both Masahiro and her own benefit. Nevermind that she was pretending she was the one being invited.