<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/>"Huh? Haha, you'd be surprised what<em>doesn't</em>give people ideas here at the Academy. Or maybe you wouldn't, you seem like you've seen and heard everything." Michael remarked, before she asked him if he felt better.<br/><br/>"Hm? Why would you as-" He started, before he looked down to his hand and raised a brow. "Oh... Honestly, I wasn't mad when I did that, though I admit I was a little flustered trying to come up with ways to get around that. I didn't mean for that to come out wrong though." He remarked, rubbing the back of his neck, wincing a bit. She'd landed way more hits on him than he did... Pretty much 90% to his 10%.<br/><br/>"I guess I'll keep that in mind for next time, but it wouldn't feel right to take advantage of that info now. I'll just accept the fact you schooled my ass soundly." He grinned cheekily, withdrawing his vines back into his sleeves. "You've still got it, though, that fighting instinct. Never know when it'll come in handy." He mused, slipping his hands into his pockets. "After all, we only have a hundred-ish students in time his school who're aiming to learn, or forced to."<br/><br/>He then looked out past the academy, rolling his head left to right. "What about the rest of them in the world?"