The degree to which her ire rose, nearly matching that of the
volume her voice reached, genuinely startled the weapon; a feat
in itself. His slacker behavior almost never failed to agitate her,
but he couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen the twin-tailed
Meister so virulent and…honestly angry. She had a temper, that
was inarguable, but…this was different. His brows drew together
in a deep crease as she pinched the bridge of her nose in
palpable exasperation and turned on her heels to hurry away.Selfish… was he, really? He was always willing to die for his
Meister at any given moment, and the scar that seared across
his chest was proof enough of that… and yet, he couldn’t even
drag himself out of bed an hour earlier to ensure she remained
at her standing? He never thought he failed to act responsibly
as her weapon… but when it came to school, perhaps that
wasn’t true. He was a reflection of her as her partner… maybe..
skipping class wasn’t so cool after all.
Heaving a sigh, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed
and padded across the treated wood of his floor after her.
“…Maka.” He harrowed her on her way out, catching her at the
door frame and shouldering past her without taking the time to
make eye contact; he was too cool to outright admit that he was
wrong about anything. So instead, he simply insisted; “…lemme
get it this time. What do you want for breakfast?”
[ as soon as she turns around to leave the room, maka instantly
regrets each and every insult that she spat out at him. – soul
being lazy wasn’t something new for her. yes, it did get her
worked up but she realizes that she had absolutely no right to call
him selfish when he’s willing to risk his own life for her. but it
seems like most times the honey blonde allows her temper to
get the best of her and ends up saying things she doesn’t mean.
soul was irresponsible but he was by far the least selfish person
maka has ever met, and perhaps she should learn to be more
tolerant instead of exploding like that. – such an irrational and
immature thing to do, so unlike her logical and know-it-all self.
she should apologize to him, shouldn’t she? after all, they were
best friends and best friends don’t yell at each other like that,
right? but it seems like the technician is taken back by her own
pride and remains quiet. that is until he pierces the silence and
shoulders right past her. she figures he’s mad at her for saying
such lies, and he had the right to after all he’s gotten a scar
across his chest because a while back she had been careless,
not to mention the countless times he’s risked his life to save
her.
but the thing is, he isn’t. perhaps maybe both of them had made
a mistake today and realized it. unlike him, widened olive hues
search for his back turned on her as she looks up. ]
“… – soul.”
[ that’s all she can mumble for now, at least he’s taken initiative
of actually doing something and somehow that makes her feel
accomplished even if she said some hurtful things. – she’ll talk
about that later. lips curve into a dim smile before she walks
a bit closer to him, closing the distance between them and
allows her hand to rest on his shoulder. her smile grows a bit
wider to let him know she’s not mad anymore. ]
“it’s okay, i’ll help you. –
you know i actually like cooking, plus,
we can’t risk you burning down the house.”