Characters: Soul and Maka Location: Somewhere just at the outskirts of Death City Rating: G Time: SUPER BACKDATED TO THE 24th, Christmas Eve Description: So, about that gift-giving thing...
That was exactly the problem; it seemed like every time they let their guard down for some sort of celebration or holiday, someone decided to attack the city to ruin everything, and it was always worse than it needed to be because no one was prepared.
At the very, very least, she was going to do her own patrol of the city outskirts, if only to let other people relax. Besides, Soul was with her, and he was the main person she wanted to spend Christmas Eve with anyway. Everyone else could wait until tomorrow, like her friends.
Oh yeah, and Papa. She'd promised, hadn't she? Oof.
"I just want to finish this last sweep. If I can't sense anyone, then I'll be satisfied, okay?"
Maka cringed slightly before she exhaled a sigh, followed by a slow nod. Soul was right; they had been out here awhile, and she was kind of procrastinating. She just wanted to make sure the job was done right, and she was concerned that the witches would attack during the holiday.
"Yeah, you're right. No one's out here and it's cold." She turned her head toward him, allowing herself to smile. "Let's get going."
While he didn't say it, the word was likely written all over Soul's face. The Death Scythe turned away then, jerking his head back towards the city proper.
Maka could see it, too, and she even felt a little bad. Maybe she was being a little selfish and demanding, but she didn't want to leave the job half-done either.
Still, as he turned back toward the city, Maka took a few quick steps to catch up, walking beside him as usual, her hands clasped behind her back as she looked up at the upward sloping city streets.
Soul did not say much else on the way back, occupied, as he was, with how he was going to proceed with things. He could just... give them over, right? No big deal and all.
"Sit still for once, all right?" Soul returned, popping his head out of the kitchen just long enough to lift an eyebrow in his partner's direction. "It'll do you some good."
That was Soul Speak for you work too hard, let me handle it.
At the very, very least, she was going to do her own patrol of the city outskirts, if only to let other people relax. Besides, Soul was with her, and he was the main person she wanted to spend Christmas Eve with anyway. Everyone else could wait until tomorrow, like her friends.
Oh yeah, and Papa. She'd promised, hadn't she? Oof.
"I just want to finish this last sweep. If I can't sense anyone, then I'll be satisfied, okay?"
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Yeah, Soul was definitely familiar with the 'last one, i promise' argument.
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"Yeah, you're right. No one's out here and it's cold." She turned her head toward him, allowing herself to smile. "Let's get going."
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While he didn't say it, the word was likely written all over Soul's face. The Death Scythe turned away then, jerking his head back towards the city proper.
"Let's get going, then."
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Still, as he turned back toward the city, Maka took a few quick steps to catch up, walking beside him as usual, her hands clasped behind her back as she looked up at the upward sloping city streets.
"What do you want to do tonight?"
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He wasn't in the mood to see anybody else. Besides, he had Plans.
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She wasn't really in the mood to see anyone else, either. She would deal with all the people tomorrow. Tonight, they could just hang out like normal.
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Soul did not say much else on the way back, occupied, as he was, with how he was going to proceed with things. He could just... give them over, right? No big deal and all.
Man, this totally wasn't cool at all.
Once they were back, he spoke up.
"I'll make dinner."
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"Oh, okay."
There was a brief pause.
"Do you want help?"
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That was Soul Speak for you work too hard, let me handle it.
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