"MMF!" -Thud-
"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO BRING ME SOMETHING WHEN YOU GO TO DEATHBUCKS?"
Soul dodged another book, thrown by his (psychopathic) meister. He swallowed.
"I did!" He took a bite of his donut (chocolate frosted bar filled with custard) . "'Ee? Ah bwought 'oo a dowhut! 'R fevrit!"
Maka looked at him suspiciously as she snatched the white paper bag from him. Sure enough, a simple chocolate raised doughnut sat at the bottom of the bag.
She stood up straight and cleared her throat. "Um. Sorry I accused you of forgetting me."
"Apology accepted." Soul had his arms wrapped around her waist in an odd sort of half-hug half-worship gesture.
"CHOP!" A copy of the Encyclopedia Britannica buried itself in Soul's forehead, forming a small (but rapidly growing) puddle of blood on the floor.
"I never said you could touch me."