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“What? No!” She scoffed. How dare he accuse her of doing such a thing? She was responsible! She never lost things! “Imma wear them. I wanna see.” She snatched the glasses amd managed to poke her eye before getting them on right.

Feeling the glass getting knocked out of his hand, and the wasted drink spill across the glossed bar top, pushed him the wrong way. The hand that once held his drink curled into a fist.

Keeping his gaze forward, he wasn’t going to look at his brother. Not like this. Maybe if he just ignored him he’d go away. Doubtful, but he could hope.

“Pour me another.”

Soul shot the bartender a look of dangers. The rage in his normal ruby eyes was dangerously teetering on garnet as specs of black blood peppered them. Soul had to breath. His nostrils flared, but he left the feel of his chest expanding calm his nerves.

Morgan looked up when he spoke again, gasping when he held up her glasses. “You had them?? Why didn’t you tell me?” She stuck her lip out. “Do you want me to be blind? Gimme em…” She reached out to them.

His soft expression dropped. Of course she thought he was playing some joke. Soul let his head fall to the side, snowy bangs cast shadows on already disappointed eyes. But there was no use arguing with a drunk person.

@zettsuei |  Drinking Starters | Accepting

He hadn’t expected such an exclamation from Tsubaki. Ruby eyes widened in surprise.

Soul let the shock slide off with a soft shake of his head.

@morgandaughterofdeath | Drinking Starters | Accepting

That was the only warning Soul had given his brother. The next step was quick, and Soul knew it was not going to end well but fuck him.

Crawling through ventilation shafts wasn’t his most dignified strategy, but Spirit had found a hiding place exceedingly difficult to track down with normal pathways. He could feel the Death Scythes spirit but couldn’t quite get close enough… But who would see him coming from inside the walls themselves? It was perfect! However he hadn’t realized the shafts were designed for someone considerably smaller than himself. First he was victimized by doorways and low ceilings, how dare the ventilation system persecute him too?

Maybe scaling the outside of the building would prove more helpful, if Spirit were hiding near a window. 

Half hanging out of the vent, metal grating having already clattered to the floor, he heard footsteps turning the corner towards him. Slipping back inside wasn’t an option, already his back was twisted at a painful angle with his hands pressed on the wall to help haul himself out, there was no quick escape available. Instead he just sat and waited for them to turn the corner. 

“Evening, Soul.” He greeted monotonously, as though dangling from a hole near the ceiling with dust clinging to his hair and classes was the most normal thing in the world. “How’s grading going?”

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Soul raised his arms above his head, stretching his back out across the large swivel chair. It was his first official term as a teacher and he was not in the mood to take any of his work home. Maka would more than likely peer over his shoulder and make comments about his work ethic. 

He loved the woman more than words could surmount, but he was fairly certain he’d end up with a Maka Chop to the head for saying something rude if he tried to do any work from home.

Still it was getting late and the heaviness to his eyes was too much to keep going. The rest of the papers could wait until tomorrow.

Soul moved out of his chair, grabbing his jacket. The night was starting to cool down, and riding a motorcycle through Death City could make it down right chilly. He hit the lights on his way out and stuck his head in his mentor’s office next door.

“Night Ste-” his brows furrowed. Stein’s office was empty. An unusual event. Soul was never the last to leave unless Kidd forced him to stay. “Huh.” the Last Death Scythe huffed.

Soul shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave. It was fine. Stein probably had something going on with a student, or maybe Marie called him, or even Spirit. There had to be a logical reason.

Suddenly a cold thought occurred to the young weapon. Logical or not, Stein would have to be dragged out during the terms. Soul remembered how it was during his time as a student. Stein was not one to let other events take over unless they were important. What could be so bad the professor just left?

Soul grimaced for a moment. He didn’t like using his powers in such a fashion. It was down right an invasion of privacy. But his curiosity, or perhaps it was his anxiety, got the better of him.

He closed his eyes, focusing on that sound. It was hard to drown out everyone, but Soul knew Stein’s song almost as well as Maka’s. The golden web appeared in his mind’s eye, vibrating at the right frequency. Soul followed down the hall, pausing every few moments to make sure he was on the right path.

Sure enough, the young teacher turned a corner to half a man teetering out of an air shaft. Soul stood there for a moment, unblinking, then finally cocked his head to the side curiously. 

        “Bullshit.” yeah no, that excuse ain’t gonna fly with him. “Whatcha gonna do if I ain’t there to pull you and Maka out of trouble? What if she’s down and can’t move and you gotta carry her ass outa’ battle? Gonna just take all the damage? Or use her as a shield?” 

        Arms crossed behind his head as he continued to walk beside the Weapon. In no way was he scolding or talking down to his friend, hell no. A BIG GUY like that doesn’t treat people he cares for like that. But just the ‘dodging is foreign to a Weapon’ urked him. It was a bit on the personal side. 

       “Don’t wanna hear me?” which, how can you not? “–Take that shit to Tsu and see what she says.” Tsubaki was just as much of an assassin as she was a Weapon for one. Hell, most of the basics he learned from her. They work together to take down a target half of the time. A Weapon is capable of so much more than what they teach at the Academy. 

Soul shook his head with a sigh. Since when did BlackStar chastise him? It wasn’t too long ago Soul was telling his friend to grow up a little, and now here they were, the tables switched so to speak.

“Hey man, I’ve proven if Maka’s down I’ll take the hit.” Soul pointed out, absented mindedly scratching the middle of his chest. The years had faded the scar, but nothing really faded the memory. And of course, nothing changed the black blood that flowed through his veins.

I work two jobs [one of which my coworker was out for 3 weeks], oversee my dad’s dialysis treatment on the weekends, and try to find time to socialize with my roommate.

I’m very tired and the time I have had to myself has been taken by this crazy fanfic idea that I just can’t get outta my head.

That being said, I’m gonna try to write up and queue replies tomorrow before work.

Until then, here’s some munday shit on a Friday because I never post mun things.

I hope everyone is having an amazing day!!

She swatted his hand When he patted her head. She didn’t need a reminder that she was short. “And you’re an ass.”

She crossed her arms, shoving some fries in his face to make him shut up.

Soul bit on the tops of the fries, his mouth far too full to comment again. Instead he chewed with a tight-lipped smile for a moment.

       “Dude, it’s called staying hydrated.” despite what people assumed about the STAR, he took really good of his body. A regular 8 hours of sleep, up all day, workouts to keep his muscles firm, a balanced diet–all of that. Drinking plenty of water was one of them. 

        In fact, Soul looked a little washed out. When he tossed this water bottle he did so in an underhand throw. This one would be no problem to catch. “If you knew how to dodge this wouldn’t be an issue.”

A huff of air left Soul’s lungs along with any annoyance he had at his friend. “So that’s your game plan to keep me on my toes?” Soul asked, catching the bottle easily. He took the hint, twisting off the top and taking a sip.

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Soul glanced down at his chest, patting his collar bone with his palm. Nothing seemed out of order, despite the attacker swinging a huge mace at him. He blinked confused before looking up at the woman.