<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>Open, Masahiro mentioned<br/><hr/><br/>Another beautiful morning at the academy... That's how it felt to Michael as he stirred from his sleep, pulling the covers away to stretch. Sunlight poured into the room from the window beside his bed, the myriad of plants he'd gotten to surround himself with all reacting positively. A green room was a happy room to the man... Plus it brought an earthy, natural scent to his room that he didn't need to go to the Greenhouse to experience. Sparring a look at the clock nearby, he clambered out of bed and stepped upon the rug floor, flexing his toes and smiling as he looked in the mirror.<br/><br/>It seemed to be quiet for now... Perhaps his roommate hadn't woken up yet? If so, it was a good time to get his usual morning hygienics routine in. Slipping into the bathroom, he worked his tanktop off while the water seemed to activate on its own. A quick glance down revealed a small, green vine poking out from behind the shower curtain, before he followed its path all the way back... To himself. "Ah, what would I do without this power? ... Besides probably take longer to get everything done, I mean..." He shrugged, as he fanned his hands out, deploying three more vines from his person. One turned on the sink, one slipped back into his room to open his drawer and fumble for his toothbrush, while the final set out to ensure his clothes were ready as soon as he stepped out. He was feeling up to being sharply dressed for the day, and he knew he had a suit somewhere... Well, no matter, he'd just dig it out of his closet when he was done, right now all he needed was a new pair of underclothes, which were much simpler for him to get together. "Here's to a good day~" He grinned, climbing into the shower before pulling the curtain closed.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Twenty minutes in the bathroom, fifteen of them in the shower... In the short time Michael had been at the academy, it became aware to both himself and his roommate that he didn't necessarily take any short amount of time under the running water. If he had his own way, he'd probably spend half an hour in there to truly relax and psyche himself up for a new day... However, each minute running down was one likely Masahiro would awaken and need to use the bathroom. He... Well, he was a good guy, a bit too hotheaded for his own good, but his heart was in the right place. Of course, that 'hotheaded' aspect was precisely why Michael endeavored to wake up earlier in the mornings and leave quickly: He was truly awkward around Fire types, and in order to avoid having to meet him in the mornings, he needed to wake up much earlier than usual to get everything done.<br/><br/>Drying off and getting his underclothes on, Michael stifled a yawn as he made for the small kitchen. No morning was complete without a good breakfast... Although the best one was likely happening in a certain Cooking Club-owner's room. He was only up and coming, still in the process of learning from her and others when it came to preparing good food. If nothing else, he was at least self-sufficient and able to prepare a small breakfast to keep himself well-fed for the morning to afternoon. However, having a roommate meant that he couldn't be selfish and cook just for himself... It wasn't in his nature to be willingly mean like that, after all. Rolling his head about a bit, once more he deployed the vine-y appendages he'd come to be known for and maneuvered them about the kitchen, withdrawing pans and ingredients alike. CeCe may have been faster when it came to the art, but he didn't need to move from where he stood to get his results... Which helped quite a bit if he needed to reach something particularly high up. He couldn't help but smile, realizing how much he tried to compete with the master over the preparation of something delicious. The age-old breakfast tradition of pancakes and scrambled eggs could suffice for now... Nothing he could screw up, but he could certainly experiment with it.<br/><br/>One bowl held the batter he would use, held in one arm while one of the vines handled the whisk while the other arm held the eggs that would be used for simpler things, another vine handling that whisk. "Maybe if i'm fast enough, I can get this ready and bolt before Masahiro gets up..." He hummed quietly, sparing a glance at the clock