<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/><br/>It goes without saying that Maya had heard everything Michael had said about her from beginning to end. And even if Maya had initially intended to flee from the scene of her crime, the constant flow of remarks and compliments that followed in the wake of her feigned departure would have been more than enough to make her halt her steps and think twice. Starting with the assurance that Michael wasn’t too keen on the idea of playing a less childish version of cops and robbers, and finishing with the rather flattering observation about her. If Michael’s words had been bait to lure her out he would have fished her out easier than a Magikarp.<br/><br/>“Of course, I’m the chaos that always crawls up to you with a smile, Nyar-... err Maya” she giggled, relishing the mixed expression of embarrassment and shock the flushed over Michael’s face. Hearing Masahiro shout at her from behind further added itself as the perfect spice, replenishing the thrill and enjoyment that had dwindled down low only a few moments prior. Seeing that neither Michael nor Masahiro made any obvious attempts to drag her away only served to further boost her confidence, and nothing, not even the remark by Michael could change that.<br/><br/>“Huh? No, not really?” she responded tilting her head slightly in though, not really understanding what anyone would think. If Masahiro and her had one thing in common it was that they were both pretty oblivious to the implications of their own actions. Having lived a life were the perception and opinions mattered little, she didn’t really think of her actions as being anymore than simple fun, and she assumed everyone else would perceive it the same way. In any case Masahiro was the only one around and he seemed to be reinforcing her view that there wasn’t anything more to her actions that trouble. On the contrary Michael would soon find his plan effectively backfiring.<br/><br/>“Cause I want yours, not someone elses” she murmured in a calm quiet voice, referring to Michael’s powder with a soft murmur that could almost be interpreted as a seductive plea. Her true reasoning was that she simply didn’t know what the other grass types were capable of, but no one needed to know that. Sensing the obvious discomfort growing between them, Maya decided to up her game a bit more, loosening the grasp of her free hand and slipping her fingers in beneath the tight fabric of Michael’s tanktop. The soft tips of her trembling fingertips brushing lightly against the firmness of Michael’s abdominal muscles as she playfully trailed upwards bit by bit.<br/><br/>The moment however was short lasting though as Maya suddenly burst out in an uncontrollable fit of giggles. The hand beneath Michael’s top swiftly making it’s exit and rubbing away a few imaginary tears before happily waving Masahiro over to come closer. “I’m having fun obviously, though if you’re so worried about your pancakes, maybe you should come over and watch over them yourself? Little Mikey here is a bit busy being cute... though hell if I'll ever admit that to his face, I'd never hear the end of it” she mimicked tracing Michael’s earlier compliment word for word. “And don’t worry Hiro-chan, your favorite kitty hasn't forgotten about you, we'll have plenty of fun with eachother later meow” it was obvious that Maya was messing around from the way she spoke, going as far as to give Masahiro a cutesy pet-name. With her tone playful and mocking and accented in the same way a mother would talk to her crying baby, perhaps Maya was getting a bit too carried away due to everything seemingly going her way.