the first glimpse of maka in the shop is a blur of silver hair and black clothes. she slams against the door enough to throw her bags onto on of the chairs next to the entrance, before sliding back outside with a speed and grace that leaves most people stuttering in her wake. the focus of her fury is a red-headed man, made obvious when she grabs his wrist, instinct making her start to twist it behind his back before she closes her eyes, breathing in sharply and exhaling while she opens her eyes. the unnaturally blue contacts seem to glow with her annoyance.
words are exchanged, and he sulks away. maka speaks with far more gentleness to the other woman, giving her a quick hug before they part, and maka joins wes, who’s holding his own duffel bags.
‘ --- sorry about him, wes. thanks for giving me a ride anyway. i didn’t think he’d be that much of an idiot. ‘
wes laughs, obviously having enjoyed that display. he’s seen ones like it before. ‘ you know i love seeing you chew out your dad. ‘
‘ ugh. do not call him that. ‘
wes looks away from her to see soul, his grin remaining on his lips.
‘ ah, and here’s my little brother, soul. ‘
