Soul casually strolls into the living room, head tipped backwards as he drains the remaining contents of a milk carton. He brings it away from his lips and sprawls himself across the couch, placing his feet in his meister's lap.
(He's feeling exceptionally annoying this afternoon.)
The death weapon looks away from the muted television when he realises he isn't going to be given a reaction, and his gaze slowly and lazily sets itself on Maka. Apart from the twitching fingers placed upon the touch pad, she's frozen still with her face mere inches away from the laptop screen.
His eyebrow arches, and he begins to lean fowar-
SNAP.
Maka's hand is trembling against the lid of the laptop screen, and Soul's rather confused as to why her face has suddenly turned beet red. Before he can voice a single word however, let alone a question, she's already hurrying out of the room, offering him no further explanation.
Soul's beginning to question whether or not she's been possessed, 'cause that would suck for him. He gingerly picks up the laptop anyway, and places it in front of him on the couch, looking at it quizzically. Quickly deciding the danger isn't going to be on the outside of the device, he impatiently snaps open the lid and clicks on Maka's icon.
(She still doesn't know he'd figured out her password years ago.)
His eyes scan the open browser and his eyebrows knit together, reading the website's title.
'Fanfiction', with the subsection 'Soul Eater.'
Uh...huh.
"Er, Maka?"
a/n; maybe I'll make this into a bunch of drabbles about the oddities that take place when these two are on their laptops.