Twelfth

[takeyour_soul]

[This is the sound of Maka's stomach growling, loudly. Nothing new was caught in Ed's traps last night when she checked, and all she was able to find were some mushrooms. Not having eaten anything in a while, she ate some before she was able to distribute them to anyone else. Seeing her now, staring at stationary objects and giggling to herself,

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[hell_inmyhead]

..... M-Maka?

[takeyour_soul]

[And now Maka flops her head down onto Chrona's shoulder.]

[hell_inmyhead]

[.... Aaaaand Chrona has no idea what to do. She's not even sure if Maka is still concious.]

[takeyour_soul]

[Of course she's conscious, Chrona, she's snuggling her face up against your neck at this very moment.]

[hell_inmyhead]

[Cue Chrona turning a very bright shade of red. And yet, she doesn't push Maka away, because this might be a bad thing to do.]

[takeyour_soul]

[For a moment, Maka seems to be lifting herself up. But instead, she flops backwards down onto her bed, probably dragging Chrona down with her.]

[hell_inmyhead]

[Indeed, Chrona is pulled down with her, and she falls right on top of Maka. There's a brief pause where Chrona freezes(and turns even redder, if it's possible), before she pushes herself off of the other girl, stumbling backwards towards the nearest corner.] I-I-I'm sorry I'm sorry I-I didn't mean to do that....

[takeyour_soul]

[Maka gets up, walks over to the corner, and flops back onto Chrona. It's obvious that she's getting groggy, but she also seems to be... pouting?]

[hell_inmyhead]

[By now, Chrona's brain has more or less short-circuted. She can't even move now, and can't really push Maka off, so she just sits there, completely still.]

I-I still don't know how to deal with this...

[takeyour_soul]

[Maka seems a little happier now, and kisses Chrona on the cheek (although it's more like she's just pressing her face against Chrona's). She flops her head down again, and this time falls asleep, mumbling Chrona's name and something about "warm" and "nice."]

[hell_inmyhead]

[Chrona's face is officially redder than a tomato. After she's sure Maka is asleep, she slowly reaches up one shaking hand, intending to rest it on Maka's head. But her already extremely limited courage gives out before she can, and the hand just flops down to the side. Oh well. At least she doesn't want to move away now, even if she could.]

[the_devils_maid]

[Walks in.]

...Oh. So she still hasn't worked it out of her system.

[Seemingly entirely indifferent to the fact Maka is laying on Chrona.]

You are here, Chrona?

[hell_inmyhead]

[And here comes the part where Chrona just wants to go run and hide in Maka's closet or something. She can't, of course, but the urge is strong.]

I-I'm sorry! I.... I'll leave, if you don't want me here....

[the_devils_maid]

...? No, I don't care if you're here. I'm simply surprised you're not in your own home.

[hell_inmyhead]

....

I'm not allowed to go back there...

[the_devils_maid]

Probably for the best, all things considered. Stay here, then.

Just...don't eat the mushrooms. Any mushrooms.