DISCLAIMER: Yeah, I bought Soul Eater. Gotta problem with tha-- *is abruptly pulled out of daydream*
Black Star was thinking, and thinking very seriously at that. Kid frowned. Something was up, but he wasn't going to ask. If he asked, Star would just laugh and say that it was nothing. Kid knew; he'd already tried asking once before. And that meant something was up.
Black Star had noticed Kid scrutinizing him, but was ignoring it. After all, it wasn't like it was any of Kid's business! … Except it kind of was, considering that it was about him.
But then it hit him like a slap to the face. Star bolted to his feet, screaming, "I've got it! Minigami! It's perfect!"
Kid hid the fact that he jumped well, but Star still noticed. "What's perfect? And what's a 'minigami'?"
"You're a minigami, Kid! Cuz you're a mini shinigami! Get it now? Get why it's perfect?" Black Star was laughing.
Minigami. Kid hung his head dejectedly. Patty, that good-for-nothing, points out that Kid doesn't have nickname, and that's what Black Star comes up with? Minigami? The word isn't even symmetrical!
"Aw, come on, don't be like that. If you keep frowning that way, you'll get mismatched wrinkles, and you don't want that. Right, Minigami?"
Kid almost pointed out that shinigami didn't wrinkle, but then he noticed what he'd been called. He sighed.
"That's exactly right. Shiney."
"Shiney? What the hell, Kid?"
Minigami smirked. "Stars shine. And you are a star, aren't you?"
