<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, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Look, I don't particularly agree with tying up girls with the vines anyway, that's more of a... Waot, why do I have to explain that? Urgh..." Michael grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. This was supposed to be a good and calm morning, but one thing after another left him riled up just a bit. Normally he was a calm and nice man, but being so close to a fire type and a mischievous woman left him more on alert than he wanted to be. It probably wouldn't have mattered anyway, as soon Maya seemed to disappear.<br/><br/>Looking at where she vanished and where her words seemed to be moving away, he sighed. "... Least she said thanks, that's more gratitude than I usually get out of her... *Sigh* She isn't that bad, I guess she's just bothered about what happened before. I probably would be too if someone made me do something beyond my control." He frowned, looking toward the door too make sure she seemed to leave. He wasn't going to bother chasing her down since chances were she was going to find him later.<br/><br/>"She's kind of cute, but hell if I'll ever admit that to her face, I'd never hear the end of it from her... Anyway, make-up breakfast time! Chill at the table and I'll serve you shortly." He psyched himself back up, readjusting the heat on the stoves to cook the pancakes faster as he flipped them over once more. Everything seemed to be going well... Until a familiar form reappeared moments before making contact. Almost immediately, the tips of his vines sputtered small globs of sap from the shock of contact with something cushion-y behind him before he looked down to see familiar arms.<br/><br/>"M-Maya!? You were still here!?" He exclaimed, flushing a bit as he hoped to Arceus that she hadn't heard his admittal, reaching down to try and untangle her from him. However, she slipped her fingertips somewhere he didn't want them to go. His resistance died a bit after this, at least from realizing that if he tugged her too hard, he was ruining his undergarments. Clearly it was the only reason he felt her fingers curl against the cloth. Though he had to admit something about her being close to him felt good.<br/><br/>"Look, why is it important you get my powder? Aren't there plenty of other Grass types in the academy you can get it from?" He asked, before he looked back to Masahiro. On one hand, he wanted him to help remove her, but on the other hand, the thought of him getting closer and the fact she would probably rip his underwear off and have some gossip for the school took the resistance right out of him... But maybe he could embarass her off of him...<br/><br/>"... You know, if anyone else saw us like this, they'd be thinking things, right?" He asked, turning back to face his breakfast with a wry smile, the smell of cooked pancakes filling the room as he slid the food off the pans and onto the plate after placing the partially-eaten pancakes on one plate for himself.