<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 invisible), Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Eh?" Michael inquired simply, blanking for the moment before realizing that it was Masahiro that wound up doing the dishes when he wasn't there. "Oh, that! It's, uh... T-totally fine, really. Matter of fact, i'd do them myself even if you didn't. Besides, not even the best meal, that... That statement belongs to a friend of mine." He mused, rubbing the back of his neck. Having Masahiro show up now, this early... He didn't plan for that at all, and his manner of speech was already beginning to get problematic because the slightest mistake could make the man's temper flare and likely incinerate the whole room. As this happened, he had literally no idea of the more sinister (or mischievous) force at play out in the halls and making its way to their room now.<br/><br/>There was literally no way he could convey to the man that he'd never grown up around Fire types and that being around one left him with a slowly-increasing sense of dread that made him worry little by little until he'd start to inwardly panic and outwardly make more mistakes. The fact that Masahiro tried to be friendly to him and even offered to eat breakfast with him... He was clearly the better man than he was. "Breakfast together? That's... Uh..." He started, looking down for a moment. He took a deep breath, before grinning. "It's fine! Totally fine! Just... Never had anyone... Offer to eat breakfast with me since I left school, so... Y'know, pretty emotional moment for me..." He trailed off, though he was probably making himself look like more and more of a clown as the conversation went on with that lie. Oh god, the awkwardness was already setting in, that's what it was. Michael managed to jump ever so slightly when the man beat one fist into an open palm, before he raised his hands. "N-no one's causing me trouble! I mean, any major trouble... I-if anything, I was the one that troubled some people! Bad stuff happened my first days here, pretty awkward, I try to forget..." He frowned, all the while in the dark about the slowly disappearing food. Perhaps the sooner they ate, the sooner they could leave... "A-anyway! Breakfast! It's ready, and... Can't wait... To share a meal with you..." He started, retracting his vines as he turned to look at the plates... And realized the food on them, specifically the pancakes, was partially missing. The silence from the man could not underline how aghast he was at this travesty, his meal partially ruined.<br/><br/>"..." A brow twitched on his face as his hard-made breakfast had... Seemingly already been nibbled on. "Masahiro... We've only been here two weeks. Do we already have a rodent problem?"