Soul stared at the damp cloth in front of his face blankly, then back up at the young girl who held a fearsome expression on her face.
Okay, what did he do now? "Yes, that is a wet sock. Why's this intresting?" He asked gruffly, before turning his attention back to the T.V.
Only to be blocked by a body, one of which belonged to the one and only Maka Albarn.
" Do you mind moving? I'm trying to watch this special on how to handle annoying, no-tit techs. It's very intresting."
The resounding howl of pain from a Maka-chop showed the joke to not be appreciated.
The girl huffed, storing the book Shinigami knows where, before holding the sopping sock out again. " You know what this is?" She asked angerly.
Soul glared at her, still rubbing the bump on his head. " I already said, it's a sock...mine I think..."
Maka nodded, before palcing her hands on her hips, the sock dangling out of a fisted hand." That's right. Your red sock I found in the wash." Her glare was the only thing that kept Soul from opening his mouth. " In the whites wash."
Soul gulped deeply.
It was from then on that Soul was forever banned from doing laundry of any kind, and the memory of getting his ass kicked hard by a girl for turning half of their clothing pink was etched into him.
So not cool.