Drabble. Because I suck at lengthy chapters T__T;; First Soul Eater fic, so apologies if any of the characters come out OOCish ;;;

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"Why do you wear that skirt?"

Maka stopped walking ahead and turned to her weapon with a ridged eyebrow. His bangs shadowed

his eyes as his slouched position mirrored his undetected expression.

"What do you mean?"

Soul shrugged, "You look skimpy in it. Try getting a longer one".

Maka resented that statement with her signature Maka Chop, denting the boys head as Soul bent down and

cradled his injured cranuim.

"Ack-Damnit! I didn't mean it literally!"

"Hmph" was all Maka said before turning her heal and walking away, mumbling increduliously about men and

how absolutely unbelievable they are.

With the pain ebbing away, Soul looked up to see his partners skirt fly up by a gust of wind, momentarily

laughing by Makas flustered face as she gave him one last glare before huffing, power walking home.

Soul could only agree on one thing at that moment,

Long skirts are for nuns.

A/N: Came out better than I thought, tho its a practice ^^;

Porfavor R -n- R! Muchly appreciated!