<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UCzEVzD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maya<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>Michael, Masahiro, Open<br/><hr/>Frowning unhappily as one accused her of being a liar, and the other pointedly man-handled her like a rag doll. The playful enthusiasm she’d been showing earlier as she spoke earlier seemed to die down a bit as she became despondent. This was exactly why she didn’t bother negotiating with people. Sure she might have had a reputation that preceded her and all, but surely that didn’t mean they had to dismiss her side of the story... even if it was lies spun on a thread.<br/><br/>Letting out an exaggerated sigh as Masahiro suggested binding Maya to a chair with Michael’s vines. She looked over briefly towards the chef busily re-cooking up his breakfast and then back to the fiery red eyes above her. Her own expression a mixture of boredom and disappointment. She didn’t mind being held down by someone since it meant she had their undivided attention... but being strapped to a chair didn’t sound fun at all. And amongst the many things Maya didn’t enjoy, she didn’t like having her freedom of movement restricted.<br/><br/>“Do you really think I’m just going to sit here and let you tie me up?” she questioned rhetorically, pointedly exchanging her gaze between Masahiro and the two hands that held her down. It was true that Maya didn’t stand a chance in against the larger male in a physical brawl, but that was the great thing about being a ghost-type. And with well-practiced familiarity, she slipped through his fingers... literally. One moment Masahiro’s hands were firmly holding her down, waiting for Michael to slither a vinetacle over to hold her in place... and the next he was grasping at thin air. Unable to see or maintain a tangible hold on something that no longer existed.<br/><br/>“If that’s what you guys have in mind for me, I can’t say I’m too eager to stick around... thanks for breakfast and all, but I’m out of here” Maya’s voice announced in a calm casual tone. Knowing full well that there was little Masahiro could do to prevent her escape, Maya didn’t feel a need to rush to the door... worst case scenario she could even slip through the wall. But phasing through solid objects was a last resort as it came with... certain consequences she’d rather not divulge to anyone at this point. And in any case Maya wasn’t the type to reveal her intentions and foolishly follow through with them. She could get away pretty easily, but there wasn’t much fun in that. Plus, she was pretty sure that Masahiro would at least try and seal off the exit in the same way he’d done for the imaginary Rattata.<br/><br/>Unmasking the sound of her footsteps momentarily, Maya leapt off her seat and started sprinting towards the front door. With the sound of her footsteps sounding loud and clearly as she made her escape, combing with her earlier declaration it didn’t take a genius to work out where she was headed.... but being an almost pathological liar, the sound of Maya’s footsteps stop sounding a good few steps short of the front door. And instead Maya nullified the sound of her movements once more. Veering off course on a tangent and making straight for the unsuspecting pancake chef.<br/><br/>Pouncing herself forward, and reverting back to her visible-physical self a split second before making contact. Maya made her move on Michael swiftly and without hesitation. Thrusting her hands forward and wrapping themselves tightly around Michael’s waist, she firmly pressed her shorter figure against the warmth of the taller male’s back. Locking herself against him with whatever strength she had. Her plan came in two parts. Firstly she wanted to surprise and startle Michael with her unanticipated move. And secondly she wanted to create herself some immunity from the threat of being bondaged up by tentacle like vines.<br/><br/>To complete the scenario she wanted to setup though, she cheekily slipped three of her fingers beneath the band of Michael’s boxers. Curling her fingers inward and hooking them in so that they couldn't be dislodged without a fair amount of effort. Maya wasn’t fragile and weak by any means, but she knew full well that she didn’t stand a chance if Michael’s vines or Masahiro tried to pry her away. Hence she needed an advantage. And she figured the possibility of being stripped of ones undergarment was as good as any.<br/>