…
Priceless.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:
"Hey, Soul."
"Yeah?"
"Why is your hair color white?"
"Eh?"
The two teens were watching a late night show when Maka thought of this sudden question. It was a windy night and the two of them had a blanket cuddled in on the opposite sides of the couch.
"Uhm, because it runs in the family?" Soul replied, not so sure himself.
"Oh," Maka mumbled as she hugged her knees. She then turned to Soul,
"Isn't it because you're old?"
"No, I'm not!" Soul exclaimed, making sure that Maka heard that he wasn't old for her.
"Or maybe you were reincarnated too many times already.." she guessed once more.
"Whatever. I don't really know." The young scythe landed on his pillow, yawning tiredly.
"But, I still like your hair though." Maka smiled, looking at the television set.
"I can't imagine you having your hair black or blue… It still wouldn't suit you, right, Soul?" Soul's technician looked at him.
Only to see him drowsing off while she was delivering her glorious speech.
...
"Makaaaa….CHOPP!" the young meister hit Soul's sleeping head, who abruptly sat up because of the pain and shock.
"What is it now?" Soul groaned at his partner, who ignored his protest and watched the show instead.
"Weirdo." Soul shrugged as he went off to sleep again, landing on another pillow. And yet, this time, his pillow was somehow softer than usual.
It was on Maka's lap.
...
She groaned in irritation while he yawned once again.
(A.N.)
Hallo~! This idea just popped inside my head (as usual) and I can't help but type it down. Thanks for reading and please do review! *smiles*