<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 (6:30 AM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Masahiro and Michael's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Masahiro, Maya, Chris, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Pfft..." Michael had to resist the mental imagery of bedhead that Maya likely woke up with, though he couldn't quite conceal the fact that the thought was making him laugh. "To your credit, it does look pretty good, so you did a nice job with it." he added, slipping in a small praising compliment at least.<br/><br/>However, the discussion that followed next actually left Michael aghast. The fact that Masahiro<em>and</em>Maya had degraded themselves to the point of eating<em>pet food</em>in their lives!? Every second the story went on was like agonizing torment to the cook, until he whirled around and gripped Maya's shoulders.<br/><br/>"You will<em>never</em>speak of eating any kind of pet food again. You<em>will</em>eat a well-made meal from here on out so long as you go to this Academy." Michael spoke bluntly and almost with a fear-inducing tone. As if the very thought did not sit well with him (spoilers: it didn't). He would rather cook every day and night than consign them to ingesting pet food. "This goes for you as well, Masahiro! No more of this pet food business!" he exclaimed, before taking a deep breath and composing himself.<br/><br/>He did find it amusing how easily Maya and Masahiro seemed to get along, if you could even call it that. It was almost cute and endearing in a way. "My first class doesn't start for a while, but I usually hit the Greenhouse to check on the greenery or the pool to go for a quick dip if no one else is using it." It seemed like the two of them shared morning remedial classes, though as to why was something only they would know. A look at Maya left him sighing. "Not gonna lie, you sound kind of hopeless. At least try to pay attention in some of your classes, would you?" he frowned, looking at the smaller woman and patting her shoulder. So their dorm would be having an uninvited guest from now on... Well, if nothing else, it would help improve his cooking having a wider range of mouths to feed. But he'd have to get creative... Before he could think on this, however, a knock came at the door, the voice on the other end... Ah, that was Chris!<br/><br/>"That sounds great! Want me to make anything for the occasion? I'm going shopping in the afternoon." he called out, moving toward the door to make it easier to hear him. Though opening it would be problematic as seeing Maya in here would probably raise a few brows... Just a little bit couldn't hurt though, right? Twisting the knob, he opened the door slightly to look out at the man, fairly strong with the legacy of a Salamence. He seemed like he just came from a run-in with water, whether it was a shower or a pool dive...