<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/>Moments after Maya had instinctively stepped herself away from the plates of food. The conversation between the two young love-birds came to an abrupt halt as Michael blinked his eyes in disbelief at the sight that awaited him. And as a mixture of shock, surprise, and confusion began to show on the taller of the two males, it took every last fibre of effort Maya had to prevent herself from bursting out in laughter. Seeing the twitch of Michael’s brow was almost as good as the pancakes had been, and the supposition that Rattata were to blame was almost too much. Though now that she thought about it... rodents and bugs of the pokeworld did get an unfair portion of the blame when food was spoiled... or at least that was the case whenever Maya was the one doing the spoiling.<br/><br/>No sooner had Maya finished making a mental note to be nice to the next Rattata she came across, when her attention was reverted back to the present by the ominous sound of cracking knuckles. The barbaric words and devilish grin that accompanied the sounds were reassuring in all the wrong ways, and it didn’t take a grass type to feel somewhat unnerved by the resulting consequences of what would happen if a Rattata were to be discovered sneaking around in the cupboard. Had this been Maya’s first prank on Masahiro, even Maya might have opted to quietly sneak herself out.... but an experienced prankster never backed out. And there wouldn’t be any fun to be had if she left now. In fact leaving now would just make her a petty thief. And the idea of being suspected each and every time something went missing didn’t appeal to her all that much.<br/><br/>Watching as Mashiro made his way over to seal off the exits. The hot-headed guy really was something. Barking orders, and acting all serious over a few harmless bites. Perhaps Masahiro was more fond of pancakes than he led on? Or maybe he was just playing the tough guy act to impress? Whatever the case, Maya wasn’t about to let this opportunity go. Smiling wickedly herself as she quietly made her way over towards a drawer and gave it a light bump with the back of her hand. Waiting a moment for the two men two react, before continuing down the line of storage areas. Starting with the closest, and then making her way past the compartment under the sink, and where the dishes or pots were tucked away.<br/><br/>With Michael stuck watching over the pancakes, she figured it’d be Mashiro that would scramble on after her false leads. But all good things eventually had to come to an end. And in the end Maya moved herself towards the chairs where Mashiro had been sitting, giving a few of the seats a quick knock with the side of her foot and gleefully watching as Mashiro got onto all fours and started scanning the floor for the non-existent mice. Despite her better judgement, Maya followed his example, sneaking under the table from the opposite direction and positioning herself less than an arms reach away... before instantly unveiling herself. Her grinning face appearing out of thin air as she playfully reached out and lightly brushed the tips of her fingers again Masahiro’s face. Mockingly hissing “Rattata~” in an off-key tone.<br/>