<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/N4lStza.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, approaching Lunch Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amelie, Open?<br/><hr/><br/>"H-hey, slow start there... Still a little sore..." Michael panted, not quite ready to have been milked dry by a steel type. It was certainly an interesting experience, one he wouldn't mind experiencing again in the future... Amelie certainly knew how to use her power. Slowly helping her up into a sit,  before she admits defeat... As well as saying she won't lose next time. Part of him was thankful she didn't have the energy to continue, or else he really would have lost that. "I'll be looking forward to kt, but I'll be training too.<em>You</em>better be ready next time." he added with a soft grin, as she pushed herself into a stand and started to redress.<br/><br/>He slowly rises up, wearing only his open shirt and blazer, using a vine to retrieve his pants while she scrambles shakily to get her own clothes. Even after everything, she's still so good to look at, but he merely wears a grin as she turns to admit she'll shower, and that next time he'll lose. If she keeps up her training, he truly just might... What would be on the line in the future if he lost, he wondered?<br/><br/>He prepared to put on his pants, when Amelie approached once more, hand to his chest and lips to his own that left him slightly red. Leaning down, he nuzzled her head and spoke a soft "Anytime." as she headed off. With a relaxed sigh, he slipped his pants back on and made his way back to the dorms... It didn't matter he didn't get a chance to eat yet, he could grab a snack back in the dorms.