42 Soul Eater Prompts: #30 - "always contradicting myself"
The epic revival of oneself after exams involves late night fanfiction and the camp rock ost >.>
Fickle Creatures.
She has her hands on her hips, eyes glaring admonishingly at him.
"So. I leave the house for ten minutes, and what happens?"
"...Dinner's made?"
Her eyes leave Soul's slouching form and travel over to the smoking, charred, indescribable thing on the dining table.
"I swear, one of these days I'm going to find a new partner."
Maka sighs, walks over to the fridge and peers inside hopefully, a doubtful "looks like there's some leftover, uh... chicken?" echoing from within.
---
She swings the scythe with strength, making sure her grip is tight just as she swings down and her form is perfect. Soul feels the clean cut into the flesh, and he can tell that it’s the finishing blow.
The monster shrieks and is gone. Soul licks his lips.
---
"Not bad, Maka. Thought we were in trouble for a second though."
She pouts a little, annoyed at how he's praised and put her down at the same time. She glances over just as he pops the soul down his throat, gulping it down with obvious relish.
"You weren't too bad either, considering what a pig you always are."
"Hey, maybe if you collected souls more often I wouldn't have to look like a starved man who gets to finally eat."
---
Maka shuts the thick book with a thud, stretches out her crossed legs and cracks her neck. She glances at the time and plods over to her bedroom. She passes Soul's room, but turns back quickly.
She knocks twice.
"Yeah?"
She smiles, head falling to lean on the door and arms hugging her book tightly.
"You're the only weapon I'd ever use, you know."
"I know."
"I just wish you stopped incinerating dinner."
"I just wish you'd stop contradicting yourself."
Fickle Creatures.
She has her hands on her hips, eyes glaring admonishingly at him.
"So. I leave the house for ten minutes, and what happens?"
"...Dinner's made?"
Her eyes leave Soul's slouching form and travel over to the smoking, charred, indescribable thing on the dining table.
"I swear, one of these days I'm going to find a new partner."
Maka sighs, walks over to the fridge and peers inside hopefully, a doubtful "looks like there's some leftover, uh... chicken?" echoing from within.
---
She swings the scythe with strength, making sure her grip is tight just as she swings down and her form is perfect. Soul feels the clean cut into the flesh, and he can tell that it’s the finishing blow.
The monster shrieks and is gone. Soul licks his lips.
---
"Not bad, Maka. Thought we were in trouble for a second though."
She pouts a little, annoyed at how he's praised and put her down at the same time. She glances over just as he pops the soul down his throat, gulping it down with obvious relish.
"You weren't too bad either, considering what a pig you always are."
"Hey, maybe if you collected souls more often I wouldn't have to look like a starved man who gets to finally eat."
---
Maka shuts the thick book with a thud, stretches out her crossed legs and cracks her neck. She glances at the time and plods over to her bedroom. She passes Soul's room, but turns back quickly.
She knocks twice.
"Yeah?"
She smiles, head falling to lean on the door and arms hugging her book tightly.
"You're the only weapon I'd ever use, you know."
"I know."
"I just wish you stopped incinerating dinner."
"I just wish you'd stop contradicting yourself."