"Soul...? Why are you giggling?"
It was a simple question, if only she wouldn't have asked. Soul hardly even spoke so early in the morning, for him to be giggling was an entire different level. The eggs and toast were on the table, if they didn't eat soon she'd have to warm them up, otherwise she'd have listen to Soul complain.
"Oh, nothing Maka, I'm going back to bed. Take some good notes for me, okay?"
Maka felt an eye twitch already forming. "You're not skipping today Soul, forget it."
Soul snorted and continued walking down the hall, towards his room. "Whatever, tiny-tits."
Another fit of giggles could be heard as he closed his door.
Maka rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly, forgetting the eggs she grabbed an apple and rushed out hoping she wouldn't be late. In the middle of her rushed walk, the heavens decided to open, drenching her in mere minutes. Just great, now I'll have to listen to Kid complain about how my outfit dries asymmetrically. The roads were awfully desolated for a busy workday morning, and when she finally arrived to the DWMA, Maka felt capable of murder. … It's Saturday… She slapped her forehead, the rain residing there making it louder than it should've been.
"Your partner let you run to school today too..?" a voice called out, its rich tone familiar.
"Kid?" she questioned, looking up but rethinking when the rain hit her eyes like needles.
"Here," he said, hovering down beside her and gently laying his jacket across her small shoulders, "want a ride? We could go to a café that's near here."
Maka smiled and nodded, "Sounds great Kid, I think we could use a warm drink."
Kid held his hand out and she gratefully took it, allowing him to help her onto the skateboard.
"You may have to hold on," he said with a smirk that was hidden from the other meister.
The next thing heard was a surprised yelp as Death the Kid sped off with a drenched Maka Albarn in tow.