ソウル・イーター

            ❝ – hey, guy who Maka hates more than anyone else. 

            ❝ – t’ree morh secons an’ I bite your fingorhs. ❞

            He sneered and stared at her as she poked around intrusively in his mouth.

               { ♫ };; —–                         A small grin is given. Good boy. Maka moved over to Soul, her hands                       on her hips. She knows exactly how to handle him, even if sometimes she                       wishes she can bash his frickin’ head in with a book. It could be avoided,                        however. She tries to calm down a bit more, and laugh it off. He’s too funny                       sometimes.                                      ❝Of course. I didn’t use my tongue to eat the chip. I use                                      my teeth. There’s a difference.❞

            “There always is,” he wanted to scoff, but he knew damn well it wouldn’t do any good. Maka was too stubborn and headstrong to be wrong about most things, so even when she did the exact same thing she was chastising someone for, she could always come up with some sort of loophole that made it acceptable behavior for her. Guess that’s what he got for shacking up with such an academic for a partner. He settled for another long roll of his eyes as he swiped up a motorcycle magazine off the coffee table.

Kid: Not me.