<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/>Maya wasn’t really sure what to make of Michael’s remark about the sofa bed. On one hand she had to agree that having one around would be pretty sweet. Especially for her. But on the other she doubted anyone would go to the trouble of ordering one, seeing as how the simple solution was for her to simply sleep in her own bed. Furthermore she wasn’t even sure if she’d be breaking some sort of school rule by spending the night over in someone elses dorm room.<br/><br/>“Charged is a bit of an understatement don’t you think? I mean if you had any idea how hard it was for me to comb my hair down in the morning you’d be room-servicing me pancakes every morning” she joked, referring to how the static energy in the air affected her bed head. Fortunately Maya wasn’t the type of girl who needed to spend hours in front of the mirror each morning, and her messy hair kind of stood up in weird flicks and curls anyway. She’d admit that she’d been a bit surprised by the static at first... but it wasn’t too bad... usually.<br/><br/>Speaking of things not being too bad, Maya was a bit startled when Masahiro responded to her joke by remarking he’d rather not try petfood again. Not knowing the other’s upbringing she could only guess that Masahiro had tried the stuff out of curiosity... much the same way Maya had when she’d accidentally chosen the wrong house to stay in a long time ago.<br/>“Hmm really? I mean the dry pellets are pretty nasty, but the canned stuff isn’t too bad. Especially the fishy kind, they kind of taste like flavored tuna” Maya added rather thoughtfully. Canned food in general wasn’t really a treat per se, and like most other Maya would prefer a cooked meal too... but it wasn’t half bad?... Or at least not as bad as an empty stomach.<br/><br/>“Michaeeeeel, Hiro-chan’s trying to kick me out” she whined in a loud childish way, mimicking the tone a child would use when asking their parents for the fifteenth time whether they’d arrived at their destination.<br/>“Why the hurry anyway? We’ve still got well over an hour before our first class and.... ohhh you liked that class didn’t you? The one with the books and writing and stuff. Argh, don’t touch me” Maya flinched away, waving her arms around a bit as she shook her hands in an exaggerated manner. For Maya, school didn't get much worse than Remedial classes, and unlike Masahiro who seemed to be excelling in absorbing the basics, Maya hadn't even bothered to master the alphabet yet.