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Characters: Maka & Crona
Where & When: 501 Perrault Way, Nov. 8th for great backdating justice
Rating & Why: PG I guess?!
Summary: That usual reunion thing!
The moment she had headed off from the bulletin board in a hurry, not once had Maka bothered to as much as even slow down.
Well, okay-she did stop once, but that was only to take a quick detour to the map at the Golden Entranceway. She hadn’t been here long enough to know where much of any of the addresses (beside her own) were, much to her irritation; it was a good thing the Locals never paid them any mind, because her impatience was obvious. As Maka skimmed over addresses and street names as quickly as she could while still actually reading them, she shifted back and forth on her feet, and anxious hands clenched and extended open continuously at her sides. What should have only taken a minute or so felt like it took ages (although, hardly being calm about the matter didn’t help by any), but when she finally caught the address-501 Perrault Way-Maka hadn’t as much as bothered to check twice before turning and dashing off again.
Most days, one could say Maka was rather rational about what she did, but it was times like this when emotions got in the way of her thinking that anyone who didn’t know better could easily say otherwise.
The trek to Wonderland wasn’t too far, fortunately enough, because by the time she stopped short at what she was positive had to be the address Crona listed, Maka could already feel her legs wanting to collapse and a desperate need to catch her breath.
And it was ironic, considering how quickly she managed to get all this way, and then suddenly she was feeling all sorts of apprehension approaching the front door to the quaint, colorful little cottage-because she had to have been imagining this, right? Maka still couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea that Crona was here, that after all this time they had been gone back home she’d finally be able to see them again-in an entirely different world. She had been utterly convinced up until now that the next time she’d be seeing her missing friend was after giving that damn witch that took them away a good, firm punch to the face, and then some. But before?
... But if this was for real, then perhaps some good could come out of it after all. Most of all, however, Maka had simply wanted to see Crona again, whether the situation back home had been happening or not. She knew her fellow meister well; a familiar face would do them so good. It would do the both of them good.
When she finally had it in her to approach the door, Maka only held her hand back for the quickest of moments before rapping on it. “Crona?” she called out tentatively, and when a response hadn’t been made within a few seconds (that impatient side was surfacing again), she knocked some more. “Crona, are you there?”
Where & When: 501 Perrault Way, Nov. 8th for great backdating justice
Rating & Why: PG I guess?!
Summary: That usual reunion thing!
The moment she had headed off from the bulletin board in a hurry, not once had Maka bothered to as much as even slow down.
Well, okay-she did stop once, but that was only to take a quick detour to the map at the Golden Entranceway. She hadn’t been here long enough to know where much of any of the addresses (beside her own) were, much to her irritation; it was a good thing the Locals never paid them any mind, because her impatience was obvious. As Maka skimmed over addresses and street names as quickly as she could while still actually reading them, she shifted back and forth on her feet, and anxious hands clenched and extended open continuously at her sides. What should have only taken a minute or so felt like it took ages (although, hardly being calm about the matter didn’t help by any), but when she finally caught the address-501 Perrault Way-Maka hadn’t as much as bothered to check twice before turning and dashing off again.
Most days, one could say Maka was rather rational about what she did, but it was times like this when emotions got in the way of her thinking that anyone who didn’t know better could easily say otherwise.
The trek to Wonderland wasn’t too far, fortunately enough, because by the time she stopped short at what she was positive had to be the address Crona listed, Maka could already feel her legs wanting to collapse and a desperate need to catch her breath.
And it was ironic, considering how quickly she managed to get all this way, and then suddenly she was feeling all sorts of apprehension approaching the front door to the quaint, colorful little cottage-because she had to have been imagining this, right? Maka still couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea that Crona was here, that after all this time they had been gone back home she’d finally be able to see them again-in an entirely different world. She had been utterly convinced up until now that the next time she’d be seeing her missing friend was after giving that damn witch that took them away a good, firm punch to the face, and then some. But before?
... But if this was for real, then perhaps some good could come out of it after all. Most of all, however, Maka had simply wanted to see Crona again, whether the situation back home had been happening or not. She knew her fellow meister well; a familiar face would do them so good. It would do the both of them good.
When she finally had it in her to approach the door, Maka only held her hand back for the quickest of moments before rapping on it. “Crona?” she called out tentatively, and when a response hadn’t been made within a few seconds (that impatient side was surfacing again), she knocked some more. “Crona, are you there?”