The boy's an idiot, that much is for sure; what moron leaves their laptop logged on, out in the open, in the middle of what is undeniably a full-fledged war?
(No, this is not an exaggeration. It's war and they both know it – heck, even their friends know it.)
Maka strolls over to their small coffee table and picks up the device in one fluid motion, tempted to cradle it against her chest.
But that might shut it and tear her away from her revenge.
Locking the door and leaving a chair propped underneath the handle for good measure, she plops herself down on the bed and begins scanning the little icons until she finds the one she's looking for.
Soul may have had the luck of finding her webpage open on Fanfiction, but he (thankfully) doesn't have the common sense to look through her browser history.
Her nimble fingers scroll down the little touch-pad as her eyes scan the contents. "Wha- since when does Soul have an Instagram?" Maka murmurs to herself, cocking her head to the side.
She immediately stuffs her fist into her mouth, desperately trying not to burst out laughing; his wall is littered with pictures of him posing with many, many, My Little Ponies and many captions of his never ending love for them. In Maka's opinion, the best ones have to be where he's either sticking his tongue out stupidly and holding a pony by his head, or the where he's kissing the snout of one.
With no hesitation, she clicks print.
Oh, she'll have fun seeing his face when he finds them all over the house. Maybe she'll even invite their friends over.
a/n; I don't have Instagram, so I don't exactly know how it works, and I don't watch My Little Pony; I wrote this because I can totally see Soul having some weird sort of obsession.
Also, thank you for your reviews (All-American Anteater: Hell yes, power to the women; Maka's now one up;D). Also, I'll be updating this whenever I get inspiration for it, so prompts and ideas are highly appreciated!