There was just something about sleeping late that made
Soul feel so much more rested than actually going to bed at a
decent hour and getting up on time. Dragging his heels was
one of the would-be-Deathscythe’s favorite pastimes, and lazing
around in bed for an extended period of time was much more
fulfilling that hauling himself to boring old class and sleeping
through one of Stein’s duller than dirt lectures on the
significance of Soul Resonance or some other useless
malarkey. No, he decided as he finally allowed the sunlight
filtering through the half drawn curtains of his bedroom window
to stir him from his death-like slumber; laying in bed while he
woke up at his own lackadaisical pace made for a much cooler
morning.That is, until his Meister’s shrill harping sharply roused him
from his lazy recline. He’d thought the soft hum of her lilt to be a
fragment of one of his half-awake dreams… until it had
escalated so rashly and nearly split his ear drums. It was akin to
that feeling of waking up because you felt yourself falling; that
drop in your heart and panic in your limbs as you frantically
grasp hold of the sheets to make sure you’re actually stabilized.
Her shouts woke him in that same startled fashion, eliciting a
groan from the jagged mesh of his teeth as he jerked the covers
up over his head in displeasure. “…nng.. do you ever do anything
but shout..?” He grumbled from the muffle of his pillow.
Dammit. It’d been such a cool morning up until then..
( he’s sleeping just like she was expecting, sometimes
maka wonders why in the world did she accept to pair up
with a weapon as lazy as soul, but only when she’s extremely
irritated which is.. – most times, but well she’s short-tempered.
she is literally going to stomp her way towards his bed once he
pulls the covers over his head to drown the lecture she’s about
to give. ugh, men were all the same, they mess up and then they
refuse to deal with the consequences. but maka won’t allow soul
to have it his way, she’s the one who does everything around this
house the poor girl deserves to be heard when she’s upset and
he’ll have to deal with it.
smaller hands will grasp the sheets over his head and pull them
all the way down before she attempts at pulling the pillow he’s
holding, clearly, she’s struggling because he’s way stronger than
her but maka is literally so upset that she ends up succeeding
even if that causes her to fall on her butt due to the force she
invested. – if he even dares laughing, she will punch him. )
“well, depends. –
DO YOU EVER DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN BEING
LAZY AND IRRESPONSIBLE? BECAUSE I DON’T THINK
SO.”
( she’ll set the pillow on her lap before pinching the bridge
of her nose in a displeased manner. god, she sounded
exactly like her mother when her parents argued this was
distressful and she hated it. )
"you know what? —- do whatever you want, just
remember that if you don’t put any effort into this
you’ll fail and you’ll end up dragging me in.
if you want to be selfish that’s your problem, but don’t
expect me not to yell when i’m on the line as well.
now if you don’t mind, i have to cook seeing as no one
else does anything in this god damned house.“
( she’ll utter angrily before standing up and tossing
the pillow at him and exiting the room. well, this was
extremely disappointing but yelling wouldn’t solve anything. )