semiearlyfic. one of my more lighthearted pieces.
A PICK-ME UP OF SORTS
/pseudonymosity
When there are lulls in the hunt for 99 souls, Maka and Soul can get a little restless.
When there are lulls in their hunt for ninety nine souls, she can tell when Soul's getting restless. She gets a little restless herself, she admits, but she also knows it is incredibly important for them to have some downtime. To unwind. To relax and compose their wavelengths. To train, so as to be even more effective as a duo. They hadn't even accomplished Soul Resonance once, and they were four, twelve, seventeen, souls down.
Twenty-eight souls down, at present, and there is another lull. That's okay. The last two battles have been particularly tough on the both of them - not only physically, but apparently mentally. The piercing sensation of your back colliding against the wall every twelve seconds is something you learn to tolerate, to dull and separate from your nerves, and just anticipate. It isn't really a big deal to Maka, even if it really hurts. A lot. A lot, a lot.
Soul is of a whole different opinion. He is either fed up with her complaining or is just unsettled that she allowed herself to be put in that position a little too many times than just every twelve seconds. He's been nagging at her to apply salves, balms, to heal and soothe the deep cuts and openings across her back. Day. Night. School cafeteria. Their kitchen. He even gets Tsubaki to worry and fret over her.
("The instructions say three times a day, Maka."
"I know that, idiot. I can read.")
Maybe it's punishment for the times, after a particularly demanding mission, she has asked Black*Star to take it down a notch and go easy on Soul when they get into tussles or anything physical.
Anyway, Soul's itching to get back to fighting and well, misses the souls.
She goes out to the nearby market that she frequents, for the goods it stocks and the reasonable prices. It's a little too early in the month for grocery shopping when their fridge is still pretty stocked, but she needs to buy something for morale.
They just lost all ninety nine souls. Ninety. Nine. All collected, and again - without Soul Resonance.
Soul's restless again. And disappointed.
She goes out to the nearby market, grocery list in hand. It's a little too early in the month for grocery shopping, but - Black*Star and Tsubaki came for a sleepover the past weekend. And, of course, as always, there's nothing in their fridge. Besides, it's time for her to buy something for both her and Soul.
She buys mochi ice cream.
It's the next best thing to the sensation of souls slipping down his throat, he says.
i seriously want mochi ice cream every time i look over this fic. ugh. red bean. green tea. WHERE ART THEE. WHY ART THY EXISTENCE NOT IN MY LIFE?