[ Dream - 004 ]
Soul is asleep on an open book in the livingroom when he is suddenly prodded awake. He jolts to his senses, and, using his sleeve, he wipes drool from the corner of his mouth, looking up to see... Maka. Instead of berating him for falling asleep in the middle of the day when they could be gathering information, or chopping him over the head for drooling on her novel, she's smiling. She's also wearing an apron.
"Soul~" she says, in what could be viewed as a very sweet or very suspicious tone of voice. "I made you a cake! ♥"
"A cake?" the boy echoes, his eyebrows arching in surprise. "What for?"
His technician seizes him by the shoulder and begins pulling him in the direction of the kitchen. "Well, I know how disappointed you were that we can't collect any souls here," she explains as he follows her into the next room. "So I made you a cake instead. Cake tastes good, right?"
"Hell yes," Soul affirms as he lays eyes on his treat. It's nicely shaped, nicely frosted, nicely decorated--in fact, if he hadn't just woken up, he'd think it was almost too well made to be the result of Maka's culinary efforts. But hey, why spoil the moment. "You having any?"
"No, I'm okay." The girl sits down brightly in the nearest chair. "I just had lunch a little while ago." With a smile, she pushes the plate towards him, offering him a fork as she does.
Your loss, the weapon thinks as he sticks the fork into the side of it with a satisfying crunch.
Wait. The inside kind of looks like...
"...Styrofoam?"
"You said souls didn't taste like anything." Maka's smile is devious. "And besides, didn't you already tell me I was a terrible cook? Gotta live up to your standards, right?"
"Is that what this is about?"
"Don't change the subject!"
"Well now I definitely think you're a terrible c--"
"Maka Chop!"
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[And Soul wakes up to discover that, hey, he really was sleeping on that book. Now he's in trouble!]
"Soul~" she says, in what could be viewed as a very sweet or very suspicious tone of voice. "I made you a cake! ♥"
"A cake?" the boy echoes, his eyebrows arching in surprise. "What for?"
His technician seizes him by the shoulder and begins pulling him in the direction of the kitchen. "Well, I know how disappointed you were that we can't collect any souls here," she explains as he follows her into the next room. "So I made you a cake instead. Cake tastes good, right?"
"Hell yes," Soul affirms as he lays eyes on his treat. It's nicely shaped, nicely frosted, nicely decorated--in fact, if he hadn't just woken up, he'd think it was almost too well made to be the result of Maka's culinary efforts. But hey, why spoil the moment. "You having any?"
"No, I'm okay." The girl sits down brightly in the nearest chair. "I just had lunch a little while ago." With a smile, she pushes the plate towards him, offering him a fork as she does.
Your loss, the weapon thinks as he sticks the fork into the side of it with a satisfying crunch.
Wait. The inside kind of looks like...
"...Styrofoam?"
"You said souls didn't taste like anything." Maka's smile is devious. "And besides, didn't you already tell me I was a terrible cook? Gotta live up to your standards, right?"
"Is that what this is about?"
"Don't change the subject!"
"Well now I definitely think you're a terrible c--"
"Maka Chop!"
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[And Soul wakes up to discover that, hey, he really was sleeping on that book. Now he's in trouble!]