<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/>"I'm not<em>that</em>bad, I thought. Sure I like to keep myself presentable, but not to the point where I care so much about what others think of me. It's more just an idle curiosity." Michael mused, though the way she looked... She was determined to keep that opinion to herself now in order to keep him guessing. He kept his hands pocketed even as his friend continued to speak about what she liked to do, and she felt no different from the rest of them.<br/><br/>"Relaxing, isn't it? Being the only one in such a large room with only the rolling of water to keep you company." He hummed before looking Syra over. She loved martial arts classes and seemed to enjoy fighting to get better. He hummed playfully. "Is that so? Well then... Maybe you can help me get better." he smiked, withdrawing one hand from his pocket, letting the vines slip free from his sleeve as he stopped to let the woman move further ahead, putting some respectable distance between them. "Up for a bout?"