✔ 33rd Exam | VIDEO
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[Hello, thor. There's a Maka on your screen. And by the looks of her surroundings, it seems that she's not in the hospital, but back at her apartment. Well, that's good.]
[And she's not covered as many bandages as some of you saw her last. Well, that's pretty good too! She seems to be doing better.]
[But wait. Maka looks kinda annoyed. In fact, she's sitting there on the couch, leaning on the arm rest with her arms crossed. What could be wrong?]
No way. No. Way! I'm not doing it. This -- This is drawing the line.
[And suddenly, there's a foot in view. The toes...they wiggle.]
C'mon, Maka. We had a deal, remember?
-- Well, yeah. But video taping me doing it wasn't a part of the deal!!
[She gets huffy and sticks her nose up in the air. Hmph!]
So you can just forget it. Massage your own stupid feet.
[But that doesn't really stop him, he just plops his foot on Maka's lap. What a jerk. And his Meister stares down at his foot as if it's the most disgusting thing ever.]
[Slowly, she grabs his middle toe by her thumb and her index finger and sets it back down.]
[And she reaches for her book on the table and starts reading. But Soul just pokes her with his foot.]
You can't keep your fans waiting. They'll be disappointed. [poke. poke.] Y'know, I won't leave you alone until you do it.
[And poor Maka, doing her best to just ignore him.]
[Poke.]
[Poke.]
[Poke.]
[Poke.]
[Poke.]
[She slams the book shut and shoots a glare.]
Uughhh!! Alright, fine! If it'll get you to shut up about it!
[Frustrated, Maka sets the book back on the coffee table. GRABS HIS GOD DAMN FOOT AND STARTS MASSAGING IT.]
[Hello, thor. There's a Maka on your screen. And by the looks of her surroundings, it seems that she's not in the hospital, but back at her apartment. Well, that's good.]
[And she's not covered as many bandages as some of you saw her last. Well, that's pretty good too! She seems to be doing better.]
[But wait. Maka looks kinda annoyed. In fact, she's sitting there on the couch, leaning on the arm rest with her arms crossed. What could be wrong?]
No way. No. Way! I'm not doing it. This -- This is drawing the line.
[And suddenly, there's a foot in view. The toes...they wiggle.]
C'mon, Maka. We had a deal, remember?
-- Well, yeah. But video taping me doing it wasn't a part of the deal!!
[She gets huffy and sticks her nose up in the air. Hmph!]
So you can just forget it. Massage your own stupid feet.
[But that doesn't really stop him, he just plops his foot on Maka's lap. What a jerk. And his Meister stares down at his foot as if it's the most disgusting thing ever.]
[Slowly, she grabs his middle toe by her thumb and her index finger and sets it back down.]
[And she reaches for her book on the table and starts reading. But Soul just pokes her with his foot.]
You can't keep your fans waiting. They'll be disappointed. [poke. poke.] Y'know, I won't leave you alone until you do it.
[And poor Maka, doing her best to just ignore him.]
[Poke.]
[Poke.]
[Poke.]
[Poke.]
[Poke.]
[She slams the book shut and shoots a glare.]
Uughhh!! Alright, fine! If it'll get you to shut up about it!
[Frustrated, Maka sets the book back on the coffee table. GRABS HIS GOD DAMN FOOT AND STARTS MASSAGING IT.]