"Ugh," Soul said, disgusted at the trash hole he now has to live in, "cool guys like me don't share rooms. They don't live in shit holes, either." Maka gave him a look.
"No cussing," she said, "if you're going to cuss, move in with Black*Star."
"No way, he lives in an even shittier hole," he said, paying no attention to what Maka just said. Maka grunted and started to unpack her things. It'd be awhile until she could finally settle into her new home. Home…she thought, thinking of her father who betrayed her and her mother. Maka quickly dismissed the thought and got back to unpacking her pajamas.
Soul kicked his bag of belongings. He never even wanted to move. He offered to get a job, but Maka "simply couldn't handle that". I swear, he thought, she's turning into Crona. Why did Maka turn down her father's offer to pay for everything?! It would have been a great deal, and he wouldn't have to share a one room apartment with this bookworm tiny-tits.
Once everything was unpacked, Soul went out to lunch with Black*Star and Death the Kid. Maka saw this as an opportunity to make the room look just how she wanted it. She went out and bought pink wall paper and curtains. She carefully hung the curtains and paid some guy to put the wallpaper up. She paid extra for him to do it quickly so Soul wouldn't catch her in the act. She heard the door open, then close. She snickered at the thought of what he'd do when he saw her girly décor.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Soul yelled, Black*Star behind him, giggling like a 7 year old.
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that. Y'know, just trying to make our room look its best," she said casually, leaning against the door for effect. That was when Black*Star started full-out laughing like a drunken hyena.
"Oh my…!" Death the Kid said, smiling, "I don't see how you can't just love this room! So perfectly symmetrical! Look there's even two teddy bears in each corner! This is simply gorgeous! Simply mmrph…," "Yeah, yeah that's enough," Black*Star said shoving his hand in his face to cut him off. Black*Star and Kid left, leaving Soul alone. With Maka. All alone…Together…In a room…Alone.
"Seriously, Maka?!" Soul said.
"Yup,"
"Why me God? Why me?"
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to kiss me, or what?"
Soul said nothing to this. He didn't move either, So, with an impatient sigh, Maka kissed him, and they stood there, together in a room full of pink and Maka-ness, gently kissing for absolutely no reason at all.
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