<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/>She wasted no time in reminding him she had seen him, a notion that nearly had him falling from the doorway in mild embarassment before he sighed. "C-can you not bring that up? I knew she was competitive, but... Seriously, it was something else." He mused, rubbing the back of his neck. It felt incredible, but going rough at it the first time... He'd have to get accustomed to it.<br/><br/>Dropping the issue as she continued explaining about her luggage, he raised a brow. "You sure don't travel light, do you? I came here with like one or two bags... Suppose it doesn't hurt to be prepared." He folded his arms, stepping inside to look the bags over. At her insinuation, he smirked.<br/><br/>"Oh sure, I like it, but really, walking around with it? You've got no fear at all... That or you just like everyone knowing what you're about. Not that I have any problem with it" He remarked, before he popped the cap to his water and took a sip. "Besides, sore remember? I'm probably gonna need one good soak in a hot tub to feel back at full capacity."