(( I am so late. qq. Also I didn't see my character's name on either list, but I've checked the posts in the OOC thread and saw that my character was accepted -we confirmed twice actually.- ))
(( v Yes, it is always bright at 6-7am at my place. ))
Maxwell awoke, squinting his eyes because of the bright light outside. He forced himself up, yawning, and headed over to his dresser. Of course, he was in some... pajamas .. that he had brought with him. Some childish pajamas in fact.
Blindly taking out some clothes, he had grabbed some traditional Japanese clothing - a white and purple yukata that he had gained long ago. Slipping that on, he grabbed his sword sheath and slipped his sword inside - just in case he needed it. Since he was a strict student, he knew that he's be over powered in an instant with only a sword. Then, he grabbed a rubber bands and tied his hair up in a pony tail.
Quickly, he opened the door and shuffled downstairs, outside the door and to another building called the cafeteria.
When he entered, he saw that other people had beaten him to breakfast, Placing a hand on his stomach, he could smell the sweet aroma of pancakes. Even his stomach was rumbling! He grabbed a plate, and asked for a small pancake. Once he'd gotten his pancake, he sat down at an empty table. Sighing, he realized he'd forgotten his silverware! Great.
The joys of being handicapped, He thought. Oh well, can't do anything about it now!
Getting up, he dashed over to the silverware and grabbed a fork and a knife, and maybe the syrup too. Yet there was another problem. How the heck was he supposed to cut this thing?! When he got back to his seat, he looked worried and frustrated with himself. Well, at least he could try. Taking the fork, he stabbed the pancake and managed to separate a piece from the pancake.
"Yes!" he said silently to himself.
A smile curling on his face, he kept cutting the pancake like that, and eating like that. This felt... unnatural.