♕ All Downhill From Here (Soul Eater • Drabble)
Title: All Downhill From Here
Fandom: Soul Eater
Characters/Pairings: Soul Eater Evans/Maka Albarn
Rating: PG
Status: Drabble
Word count: 877
Summary: In which Soul is a slob and remote controls are fought over.
Notes: Written for a lovely anon over at Tumblr. It's terrible bland because, derp, a genius on Maka and Soul's character I am not, but hopefully anon will find it to their liking. o/
She's like the ennui, an acquired taste for normalcy. Both a blessing and a curse, strict and abiding to the rules, but always there whether you liked it or not. He's like a renegade--a rebel. The type you wouldn't brag about but would never seriously complain about either, the kind that would keep you safe.
They're opposites; down to earth on one extreme and up on the clouds on the other, but they make it work. It's what partners do. It what both meister and weapon have been taught to do since the moment their education begins--to trust in their partner. To work together in complete unity and never falter, or else they wouldn't be much of a team of meister and weapon at all. If there was no unity, no teamwork, then there was much point to their studies at all, now was there?
"You're slacking off again."
Soul cocks an eyebrow, looking up from his current task to stare at her. Her arms were crossed across her chest as she continued to tap her foot against the ground, making it pretty obvious that she was ticked off for... Some reason. He wasn't sure. He hadn't even done anything wrong, yet, except for deciding that studying was for losers and that cheating was the way to go. As if that worked well last time, anyway.
"So what?" He says, leaning back into the couch, away from the TV screen, and placing his arms behind his neck. Honestly, she needed to tone down on all of this serious business thing and all. "You say that like I'm going to fail. I've totally got it covered."
"Sure you do, Soul. And I bet you're going to score between the top ten too, right?" She replies, crinkling her nose a bit at the area around him, obviously marked with his presence. Soda cans and half empty bags of his favorite flavored chips littered the area, not the mention the way the couch looked right now--the cushions she spent so much time arranging haphazardly thrown around and one directly under his ass. It was disgusting, really, and it almost made her wonder why she didn't get a better roommate. One who knew the difference between "taking a break" and being a lazy bum.
And he grins at her, a bit lopsided, and throws another pair of chips into his mouth, chewing on them loudly enough for her and the neighbors to hear. "Just you wait to how cool I'm going to be tomorrow, Maka."
"I'm looking forward to it." Maka says, obviously a bit more than just a little incredulous, before sighing, walking around the couch and taking a seat on the corner of it, the only clean spot in the whole piece of furniture that hadn't been assaulted by any rogue chips or soda stains. She squints at the television set, attempting to figure out what the hell he was watching, before shaking her head in defeat and glancing at him. "What are you even watching?"
"Beats me." He replies, casually, making a move to grab the remote and twirling it between his fingers for a moment. "I was just looking through the channels when you showed up. Apparently this is a show about some girl and her undead boyfriend? I don't know."
"Figures that you wouldn't even know what you're watching, Soul." She says, watching him play around for the remote for a few seconds, before pursing her lips and holding out her hand. Obviously, it didn't take a genius to figure what she wanted. "Give me."
He blinks, cocking an eyebrow and bringing the remote closer to his check. "For what? Don't tell me you’re going to watch one of those boring shows of yours."
"For your information, they're called documentaries, and they're not boring." She responds, leaning towards him and making a move to grab the remote, but he leans away, out of her reach.
"Sure they aren't." He replies, with a bit of a smirk, and dangles the remove above his head, safely away from her reach. "And I'm guessing they aren't completely lame, either."
"Well, of course not!" She says, huffing, and getting up on her knees, still reaching out for the remote and almost reaching it, but Soul only moves it further away from her reach. "Why can't you just give me the remote?!"
"Because you're just going to bore me to death!" Soul says, waving the remote around, almost teasing her with it. "If you want this, you're going to have to work for it, you know." And that might have been the worst thing he could say, because she does work for it.
By tackling him down, hard. Until his head hit the ground and he was left dropping the remote, right into her hands.
Of course, Maka smiles triumphantly, dangling the remote above her head in the same way he had moments early and still straddling his hips, apparently not planning to get off any time soon. Soul has enough decency to blush--or maybe not. Maybe he's just embarrassed over having been caught off guard like that.
"Did I work for it?" She asks, almost in a chirp, and Soul sighs.
"...Yeah, you did."
And the adventure of life continues.
Fandom: Soul Eater
Characters/Pairings: Soul Eater Evans/Maka Albarn
Rating: PG
Status: Drabble
Word count: 877
Summary: In which Soul is a slob and remote controls are fought over.
Notes: Written for a lovely anon over at Tumblr. It's terrible bland because, derp, a genius on Maka and Soul's character I am not, but hopefully anon will find it to their liking. o/
She's like the ennui, an acquired taste for normalcy. Both a blessing and a curse, strict and abiding to the rules, but always there whether you liked it or not. He's like a renegade--a rebel. The type you wouldn't brag about but would never seriously complain about either, the kind that would keep you safe.
They're opposites; down to earth on one extreme and up on the clouds on the other, but they make it work. It's what partners do. It what both meister and weapon have been taught to do since the moment their education begins--to trust in their partner. To work together in complete unity and never falter, or else they wouldn't be much of a team of meister and weapon at all. If there was no unity, no teamwork, then there was much point to their studies at all, now was there?
"You're slacking off again."
Soul cocks an eyebrow, looking up from his current task to stare at her. Her arms were crossed across her chest as she continued to tap her foot against the ground, making it pretty obvious that she was ticked off for... Some reason. He wasn't sure. He hadn't even done anything wrong, yet, except for deciding that studying was for losers and that cheating was the way to go. As if that worked well last time, anyway.
"So what?" He says, leaning back into the couch, away from the TV screen, and placing his arms behind his neck. Honestly, she needed to tone down on all of this serious business thing and all. "You say that like I'm going to fail. I've totally got it covered."
"Sure you do, Soul. And I bet you're going to score between the top ten too, right?" She replies, crinkling her nose a bit at the area around him, obviously marked with his presence. Soda cans and half empty bags of his favorite flavored chips littered the area, not the mention the way the couch looked right now--the cushions she spent so much time arranging haphazardly thrown around and one directly under his ass. It was disgusting, really, and it almost made her wonder why she didn't get a better roommate. One who knew the difference between "taking a break" and being a lazy bum.
And he grins at her, a bit lopsided, and throws another pair of chips into his mouth, chewing on them loudly enough for her and the neighbors to hear. "Just you wait to how cool I'm going to be tomorrow, Maka."
"I'm looking forward to it." Maka says, obviously a bit more than just a little incredulous, before sighing, walking around the couch and taking a seat on the corner of it, the only clean spot in the whole piece of furniture that hadn't been assaulted by any rogue chips or soda stains. She squints at the television set, attempting to figure out what the hell he was watching, before shaking her head in defeat and glancing at him. "What are you even watching?"
"Beats me." He replies, casually, making a move to grab the remote and twirling it between his fingers for a moment. "I was just looking through the channels when you showed up. Apparently this is a show about some girl and her undead boyfriend? I don't know."
"Figures that you wouldn't even know what you're watching, Soul." She says, watching him play around for the remote for a few seconds, before pursing her lips and holding out her hand. Obviously, it didn't take a genius to figure what she wanted. "Give me."
He blinks, cocking an eyebrow and bringing the remote closer to his check. "For what? Don't tell me you’re going to watch one of those boring shows of yours."
"For your information, they're called documentaries, and they're not boring." She responds, leaning towards him and making a move to grab the remote, but he leans away, out of her reach.
"Sure they aren't." He replies, with a bit of a smirk, and dangles the remove above his head, safely away from her reach. "And I'm guessing they aren't completely lame, either."
"Well, of course not!" She says, huffing, and getting up on her knees, still reaching out for the remote and almost reaching it, but Soul only moves it further away from her reach. "Why can't you just give me the remote?!"
"Because you're just going to bore me to death!" Soul says, waving the remote around, almost teasing her with it. "If you want this, you're going to have to work for it, you know." And that might have been the worst thing he could say, because she does work for it.
By tackling him down, hard. Until his head hit the ground and he was left dropping the remote, right into her hands.
Of course, Maka smiles triumphantly, dangling the remote above her head in the same way he had moments early and still straddling his hips, apparently not planning to get off any time soon. Soul has enough decency to blush--or maybe not. Maybe he's just embarrassed over having been caught off guard like that.
"Did I work for it?" She asks, almost in a chirp, and Soul sighs.
"...Yeah, you did."
And the adventure of life continues.