Hey, girl!
So guess what. Today, Kid told Patty and me that he and you shared your first kiss the other day. He said that he really likes you, and you can only guess how happy Patty was. And I am, but I've also gotta tell you something.
I'm from Brooklyn. The New York kind of Brooklyn. I know how to rip off a guy's manhood (if you know what I mean) with just one hand. Just grab and twist.
You're lucky you're not a guy. But the threat's still there. So from a caring friend, I have a warning for you:
You give me one reason to think that you're gonna hurt my little Kid, and you get those tiny boobs of yours smashed down with a log. And if that doesn't get the point across, then I guess we can both settle with pounding your face into the pavement and keeping it there.
Lord Death isn't a normally scary guy, but I KNOW that if you hurt one little hair on Kid's head, you will get a Reaper Chop so hard that you won't remember what color your hair is.
Speaking of which…
Patty's actually pretty good at dye jobs. If you make Kid cry (and he cries easily, you know), I'll convince her that you think carrot orange is a great color with your skin tone.
And honey, it's not.
Now, I hope I'm right in thinking that you're good girlfriend material. Kid seems to think so. But I'm from Brooklyn, remember. That means I know what kind of signs scum has. If I see one sign, I promise you (no threats this time) that Ragnarok and his stubby fists will be the LEAST of your problems.
I think I've made myself clear, and I hope that you have a great day! :3
~Liz Thompson
A.N.: In my head!canon, Liz treats her little Kiddlekins like a little brother/son, and he tells her everything. She's had a hard life, and she wants to make sure that both Kid and Patty have a great life without any worries. So, naturally, she gets protective when Kid gets his first relationship.
Liz is awesome. 'Nuff said.
I don't own Soul Eater, unfortunately! Just my iPod that typed up this short thing! Enjoy, and feel free to review!