<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UCzEVzD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maya<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / Morning (6:30 AM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Masahiro and Michael's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Masahiro, Open<br/><hr/>Blinking her eyes twice and tilting her head to the side in questioning disbelief. It took a good few seconds before Maya could finally nudge her brain into registering how easy it’d been to obtain Masahiro’s cooperation. In short, she’d expected him to be a bit more reluctant, if not suspicious. But no sooner had she made her offer when Masahiro unreservedly offered his assistance, even going as far as to worry about Maya’s own well being. She supposed his words could also be interpreted as a warning to tone things down a bit... but the likelihood of that happening wasn’t very high, and as far as Maya was concerned she figured she’d be able to lay low and wait out the storm if she took on more than she could handle.<br/><br/>“Don’t worry about little old me, I’ll just sleep in your bed” Maya responded cheeerfully, stating her remark matter of factly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “There’s always the couch, and if that doesn’t work I’m sure you’ll be able to make yourself comfortable on the floor” Maya teased, wondering what would happen if Michael returned home one night to find Maya lying fast asleep in his bed. She figured it was more than likely she’d awaken to angry shouting and get kicked out... but the thought was entertaining while it lasted.<br/><br/>“And don’t worry about my room mates, the sisters can keep themselves occupied, and Amelie’s not really the dining table kind” Maya snickered. In truth she wouldn’t mind spending a bit more time with her room mates, and there was no guarantee that she’d stay true to her word and come pester Michael and Masahiro each morning. But she wasn’t really lying in either case since Amelie seemed more interested in what powered the fridge than what was in it, and she’d never really promised anything in regards to her daily routines. Merely suggested they think of her that way.<br/><br/>“How about catfood for you, and dogfood for him?” Maya offered, trying to sound helpful, but not really bothering to hide the snarkiness behind her remark. She would have requested something similar to Masahiro if the dining arrangements concerned her, but she didn’t think for a second that she might be invited, and the idea of Michael and Masahiro having something nice while she settled for something else... well actually she just didn’t like the idea of someone else having something nice full stop.<br/><br/>