[ Dream - 006 ]
Soul, only half awake, trudges into the kitchen for the very one-dimensional purpose of accruing some lunch. Well, late lunch, since it's about three o'clock in the afternoon, but no one ever said you weren't allowed to sleep in when you were in Somarium.
There, he finds Maka sitting at the table, diligently reading through a stack of research material. She gives him a disapproving look as he rifles through a cupboard. "Soul, cookies aren't a good way to start the day."
"Says you," grumbles the boy, turning for the livingroom and mooching off. Just as he reaches the doorway, though, he bumps into... Maka. Apparently she moves really fast today. If he were paying more attention, he'd realize she's dressed differently, wearing a white and blue school uniform and looking particularly moody.
"Some Death Scythe you are!" she says hotly. "You were supposed to be up hours ago!"
"It's Sunday. Whatever. I can sleep in once in awhile." Ignoring the Death Scythe remark--she's obviously screwing with his head today--he wanders past and flops majestically onto the couch. Next to Maka.
"Morning, Soul," she says pleasantly. "Can I have a cookie?"
The box is pushed in her direction as he searches for a comic book. "Go for it." He's too 'blah' at the moment to snark her for being a hypocrite.
"Looking for this?" asks Maka, standing on the other side of the coffee table, one hand on her hip and the other holding up a partially crinkled issue of Charisma Justice. "You can have it as soon as you do your chores--the ones you always put off until the last minute."
"Don't be so mean," says the Maka on the couch. "He's allowed to slack off once and awhile."
"More like every day!"
Double-take. Triple-take. There are... four Makas?! In one household?
"What are you guys arguing about?" says the Maka from the kitchen, wandering in with School Uniform Maka and yet another one he can't identify.
"Whoa, whoa!" Soul is suddenly very, very awake, and very alarmed. "Time out! What's going on? Why are there five of you?"
"Oh, didn't you know?" says Kitchen Maka. "Several versions of the same person can be here all at once."
~~~
[Red eyes suddenly snap open, and by resisting the urge to vocalize his feelings of 'whaaaaaaaat?!', Soul feels his breath hitch for just a second. He then sighs, partly from embarrassment and partly from relief. But darn, the Dreamberry has foiled him again.]
If you're feeling the urge to laugh at "Attack of the Maka Horde", now's a pretty good time to do it.
There, he finds Maka sitting at the table, diligently reading through a stack of research material. She gives him a disapproving look as he rifles through a cupboard. "Soul, cookies aren't a good way to start the day."
"Says you," grumbles the boy, turning for the livingroom and mooching off. Just as he reaches the doorway, though, he bumps into... Maka. Apparently she moves really fast today. If he were paying more attention, he'd realize she's dressed differently, wearing a white and blue school uniform and looking particularly moody.
"Some Death Scythe you are!" she says hotly. "You were supposed to be up hours ago!"
"It's Sunday. Whatever. I can sleep in once in awhile." Ignoring the Death Scythe remark--she's obviously screwing with his head today--he wanders past and flops majestically onto the couch. Next to Maka.
"Morning, Soul," she says pleasantly. "Can I have a cookie?"
The box is pushed in her direction as he searches for a comic book. "Go for it." He's too 'blah' at the moment to snark her for being a hypocrite.
"Looking for this?" asks Maka, standing on the other side of the coffee table, one hand on her hip and the other holding up a partially crinkled issue of Charisma Justice. "You can have it as soon as you do your chores--the ones you always put off until the last minute."
"Don't be so mean," says the Maka on the couch. "He's allowed to slack off once and awhile."
"More like every day!"
Double-take. Triple-take. There are... four Makas?! In one household?
"What are you guys arguing about?" says the Maka from the kitchen, wandering in with School Uniform Maka and yet another one he can't identify.
"Whoa, whoa!" Soul is suddenly very, very awake, and very alarmed. "Time out! What's going on? Why are there five of you?"
"Oh, didn't you know?" says Kitchen Maka. "Several versions of the same person can be here all at once."
~~~
[Red eyes suddenly snap open, and by resisting the urge to vocalize his feelings of 'whaaaaaaaat?!', Soul feels his breath hitch for just a second. He then sighs, partly from embarrassment and partly from relief. But darn, the Dreamberry has foiled him again.]
If you're feeling the urge to laugh at "Attack of the Maka Horde", now's a pretty good time to do it.