<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, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"'Eggs whipped, batter fluffy... Alright, time to make some magic." Michael smiled, pouring the next serving of eggs into one pan and the batter into two others. Two plates were already prepared, and these he designated as Masahiro's dishes. It made no sense to make food for himself if he wasn't going to eat yet... To date, he didn't even know what the man thought of his food.<br/><br/>"I'd like to think he finds it okay." He mused quietly, the pancake pans sizzling a bit before he flipped the breakfast treats over, a tendril stirring the fork in the other pan to scramble the eggs. A third vine sprinkled a bit of seasoning into the eggs to give just a bit of flavor, having come from some of the best-raised herbs in the greenhouse. It wouldn't take long before the second round of food was complete, slipping the pancakes and eggs onto plates, before he moved the pans to the sink.<br/><br/>"And this, is an acceptable breakfast!" He grinned, turning around and striking a pose... As he realized a certain man had been watching the entire time. The wide grin seemed to slowly melt away as the proudly displayed vibes started to droop and retreat. "O-oh! Haha... H-hey, Masa, it's... A surprise to see you! This early, I mean!" Michael smiled, though the tone of awkward surprise was very easy to make out. "H-how long were you standing there...?"