<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UCzEVzD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maya<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:30pm)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Metalworking Class<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Faye, Open<br/><hr/>Smiling politely and nodding her head in approval when Faye gave her a positive response. The emphasis on the words that followed was more than enough to indicate Faye wasn’t as cute and innocent as she appeared at first glance, and that beneath the pleasant exterior lay a kindred soul much akin to Maya’s own. A soul that thrived on wreaking trouble and causing mischief... not to mention claiming a small token of tribute for their efforts. Because of this, Maya knew full well that Faye would soon ask for some sort of payment. And as uncomfortable as Maya was parting with her<del>swindled</del>hard earned cash, she knew money was useless unless it was used for a good purpose.<br/><br/>Thinking that they’d continue their discussion along the feigned pleasantries, Maya couldn’t help but be completely taken aback when she felt the unexpected warmth of someone elses breath brushing against her lobe of her ear. She could feel her entire body stiffening to the sensation, freezing up and refusing to budge as vigorously tried to keep a heated gasp from escaping her own lips. She didn’t like it when others approached her like that. She didn’t find it unpleasant or anything, but while she didn’t mind approaching and being a bit touchy and feely, the same couldn’t be said for others treating her in such a way. Once upon a time it just used to bother her... but ever since that one incident with Michael...<br/><br/>Blushing deep red, and taking several quick steps back away from Faye as the girl made her proposition. Maya quickly moved to cover both of her ears protectively, not quite on the brink of tears, but embarrassed quite thoroughly nonetheless. The payment Faye had requested didn’t sound bad at all, but having someone whisper such words so close to her ear... it felt uncomfortable even if Faye was a girl. “O-of course, whatever you want” Maya murmured, trying to calm herself down, but catching the attention of a few nearby who curiously glanced over. “I can’t promise you’ll find anything more than sticky tissues, and things to keep your stomach filled... but if you don’t mind then I’d be more than happy to accept those terms” Maya continued, referring to the groceries in the fridge and the paper towels Michael had used to clean away his sap. Had her mind been working properly she’d have figured there were things of value tucked away in Michael and Masahiro’s respective bedrooms... but in the living room she couldn’t really think of anything resulting in her mentioning the two things that had stood out most to her in that room.