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A comedic collective of one shots testing a new method of publishing. Lemme know if you care for it. ;}
Experiments in bonding.
"oh my god soul you covered me in it. what the hell!" maka was frustrated.
"hey its not my fault you left yourself so exposed! what did you expect. if you'd listened to me when i said its not a good idea to wear revealing clothing this wouldnt have happened!" soul in contrast was borderline laughing at his infuriated meister.
"youre a guy soul youre suppose to have some form of control ya know!" she fummed with irritation.
His thoughts were a muddle at the words to fit the situation. "oh i did have the control but someone decided to be a little too 'hands on' and attempted to force a result that delicacy would have probably solved. hahaha. i shouldve known better. ill take care of it myself next time bee stings." he laughed hysterically at his own humor before being pummled with whatever random book maka had managed to hide. "where in the hell do you hide those in an outfit like that!"
"thats none of your concern and besides the point you didnt seem to curious about that before the 'bee stings' so why does it matter now help me clean up. youre the one that made the mess!" she was still steaming mad.
"but youre the one said this stuff would be good for resonance. i suggested video games, but no! you just had to take things to the next level." he rolled his eyes at the thought of cleaning "and after i told you this wasnt a good idea."
"soul..." she deadpanned. "im sticky... i smell good but im sticky... its in my hair... its down my shirt... and i cant stand getting sticky... help me clean off or im going to make you very miserable."
he'd thought about coming up with another retort before the books presence was made clear again. "fine fine bookworm. gimme your clothes ill clean up."
"what!" she almost stuttered "n-no! why would you even ask that."
"oh for fuck sake maka!" he sighed exasperatedly "i wont look but as it stands im the clean one and you need to shower to get that out of your hair. trust me it wont just come out with water and your cloths need to be washed. take the favor. i dont usualy clean often."
she blushed profusely as she turned her back to him handing him her outer shirt. revealing a thin tank top that doubled as a negligee in most cases but right now more or less hid her remaining dignity. "soul!" she caught him peeking. "you said you wouldnt look!"
"oh come on youre turned around and its not like im gonna bite you. besides i know you well enough to know youre wearing a bra under that and trust me ive got no need or want to touch that" he chuckled.
"oh haha" she mocked him. "next time we do this youre getting your own hands dirty" she scolded him even more than usual as she rounded the nearest corner and tossed the top at him.
"if its any consolation you do look good in cookie dough!" he continued to cackle before a flying book struck him in the face.