<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/N4lStza.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:45 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Halls<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Syra, Open!<br/><hr/><br/>A quick stop over at his dorm for a little rinse and a new suit was just what Michael needed now. His pelvis was still sore, but he knew better than to engage in anything Mike that again... Amelie was small, but when she got into it, she<em>really</em>knew how to use her type and body to her advantage as much as he could. He looked himself over in the mirror, patting down his suit before adjusting his hair, nodding. "The suit makes the man. Look presentable, feel presentable... Just don't actually present, you clown." He sighed, turning and making his way to the dorm room fridge.<br/><br/>Peering inside, he looked where he'd dI video his and Masahiro's stuff, a vertical shutter with a nameplate above each side showing who owned what, and ensured there would be no mishaps or stolen food. Reaching for a bottled water from his side along with a few granola bars, it would hold in lieu of having a real lunch. A shut of the fridge and an approach to the door, and Michael was back on his way out of the dorm.<br/><br/>Opening one of the bars, he bit into the tasty treat, glancing out the nearby window for a bit, before a rummaging sound from his opposite side drew his attention. The dorm door was wide open, and inside he could see a familiar figure he'd noticed not too long ago under more embarassing moments. Leaning against the doorway, he hummed and nodded as he looked over her attire. "Just getting around to unpacking now, huh? Gotta admit, that looks classier on you than bondage dominatrix style." he remarked, eyeing her other bags. Exactly<em>what</em>had she brought with her that she needed several bags for?