<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/>Humming cheerfully to herself as she casually strolled her way down the hallways of the dorm-like apartment, Maya seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood despite how early it was in the morning. With a sinister twinkle lighting up her eyes, and a mischievous smirk pulling cheekily at the corners of her lips, a single glance was all it took to figure the girl was up to no good. But fortunately for her the hallways were pretty deserted this early in the morning, and even if they weren’t it really wouldn’t have made much difference anyway. Almost an entire week had elapsed since Maya had first set foot onto the grounds of Sabrina’s school, and while she’d initially been forced in as part of the Pokechild Reformation Program, her experiences thus far hadn’t been too bad. Sure there was that one incident where she’d been exposed to what was unmistakably the most humiliating experience in her life... but in truth she didn’t really remember much of it, and more importantly she was certain that the incident would work out in her favor in the long run. Despite being pretty stubbornly against cooperating with her, Michael didn’t exactly come across as the resilient type and he already seemed to be cracking under her insistence despite Maya not having played any of her cards yet.<br/><br/>Speaking of Michael that was exactly where she was headed now. Rounding a corner and approaching the door the door that led to both Michael and Mashiro’s rooms. Maya briefly cast her eyes up and down the hallway before silently fading into thin air. Her presence becoming practically undetectable to even the most enhanced senses of sight, hearing, and smell. In some instances she would have casually strolled through the wall in her spectral form, with the solid mass of concrete failing to hamper any attempts by her to intrude... but due to certain... reasons she’d opted to go down a different route this time. In fact her invasion of privacy had been set into motion the night prior when she’d silently followed Masahiro back to his room in her invisible form. Quietly waiting for the door to be opened for her through legitimate means, before sticking a wad of gum inbetween the lock and door frame. There was no guarantee that it’d still be there, but fortunately for Maya her plan so far had gone exactly as she’d planned it. And with the quietest of clicks, she silently slipped herself into a strangers apartment.<br/><br/>Acting with practiced precision as she boldly waltzed her way into the room. Her smirk widened as the smell and sight of pancakes entered her line of vision. A clueless Michael busily flipping and plating pancake and eggs for two. At first she was a bit confused, perhaps even wary thinking that Michael might have noticed her watching him in his dreams.... so she could strike at the perfect time. But she knew how impossible that was, and Masahiro coming over dismissed her concerns completely. Admittedly she didn’t think the two would be so... chummy in private. Almost like a newly wed couple in a sense. But it was probably not a good idea to mention that to either of them. At least not for now. Since she had to act before they started eating. Fortune seemed to be on her side though as the two started conversing with one another. Giving Maya enough time to start helping herself to the food.<br/><br/>Although the eggs looked fluffy and delicious, she decided to start on the pancakes first. Shifting the plates slightly so that they were exactly behind Michael, and in a spot where Masahiro wouldn’t be able to see them. Almost instantly she began tearing bits and pieces of pancake away with her bare hand before pushing them past her lips. In truth it was a pretty simple meal, but that didn’t mean it was any less tasty. Even more so considering the upcoming events that were about to unfold. And considering how she had every intentions of being caught... or at least discovered she happily nibbled away at the pancakes on both plates, picking and nibbling away randomly like a mouse feasting on a slice of bread. She didn’t have too long though, and after tearing away at about 3/4 of each pancake, she quietly stepped aside. Careful to avoid making contact with Michael’s vines as she did so.