<strong>~ Michael ~</strong><br/><br/>Michael nodded as he politely followed behind Marry, listening to her introduction and confirmation that this was indeed the Casey residence. "Nice to meet you, Marry. My name's Michael." He said, simply studying his surroundings as he moved through the house towards the kitchen, enthralled by the crisp, clean decor. Turning his attentions forward, he couldn't help but notice Marry's short skirt of her maid outfit and the teasing little flash of her panties beneath. Though, he thought it odd and impractical to work in, it was not his place to question or comment on such things. Not to mention the fact that he really enjoyed the view her short skirt afforded.<br/><br/>He tried to avert his gaze from her pantied bottom, but found it nearly impossible to do so. Discreetly, he accepted the view, glancing a bit apprehensively about from time to time to ensure no one else saw him staring. He didn't want to be perceived as a pervert and create a bad first impression with anyone. Still new to the area, he was trying to fit and make friends, Corvus being his only real friend.<br/><br/>Michael froze with shock along with Marry as he surveyed the devastation and destruction that lay before him in what must've been the kitchen. His eyes slowly scanned the room in disbelief before settling on the energetic and boisterous, seemingly out of touch individual in the room as he hurriedly picked up the cans before Michael could even move. He watched as the man as he apologized and spun Marry to him, dipping her in an embrace.<em>What the hell is going on?</em>he thought.<br/><br/>A stranger in a strange house, Michael stood quietly, watching the craziness unfold before him, unsure of just what to do or what to say. The water could wait, he decided, as he took a step back towards the front door. "Umm... this looks like a bad time for you, Marry. I thank you kindly for your hospitality. Umm... Do you... are you okay? Do you need any help?" He asked Marry as he shifted his eyes to the man with some small measure of concern in his voice, though inwardly he thought it was the man that needed some help... of the mental variety.