<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YgIc0w8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<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>Masahiro, Maya, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Well, this wasn't good. Once Masahiro saw who had been giving them the slip, he lunged forward above all else, knocking everything aside. Quickly, Michael's vines lashed out and grabbed hold of the four plates on the table before their contents could be scattered to the floor as he set the dishes down on the counter behind him. "Does it really take needing to throw everything aside to catch her...?" He asked quietly... Well, at least Masahiro got her-<br/><br/>And that was an awkward position, one Maya made things clear about.<br/><br/>"No, that's not happening, really." The man sighed as he turned around and went back to work on another serving of breakfast. Maya was... Well, she was okay some times, and nothing but trouble other times. If there was anything between her and his roommate, he didn't really want to know. That was Masa's problem, and not his... At least until she mentioned why she was here... What was effectively Michael's problem.<br/><br/>"I just want the record to show that 'my pollen' is neither a sexual euphemism nor code word for anything of the sort." He quickly clarified for Masahiro as he turned around, before folding his arms. "Look, I apologized for what happened, it was an accident. So why would you think I would<em>willingly</em>give you any of my powders when I don't even have full control over them yet?" He narrowed his eyes. The fact that he had to out something like that infront of Masahiro wasn't exactly fun for him either. "Couldn't have waited to ambush me by my locker or something..." He grumbled, the sizzling behind him reminding him that pancakes were cooking once more.<br/><br/>"Uh-huh, just like a Rattata sent us on a wild goose chase. You look innocent, but you're a terrible liar. " Michael turned his head, sticking his tongue out at Maya, before he turned back around. He flipped the contents of the pans over, before Masahiro's next query got him to speak.<br/><br/>"Very skilled, I've heard nothing bur prai- Wait wait wait, why are you asking me about my vines!?" He whirled around now, caught offguard and basically shooting himself in the foot.