"You hear! He's out of jail!" Kid held the phone awkwardly in-front of his face due to how improper it would look on the one side of his head like how common people hold the damn things. Come on that is just wrong, unless there were two phones that one was to talk into and the other to listen; that would be better. At least now they have a loud speaker on for those who can see how terribly wrong it is to hold it to one side…
"I can hear you thinking…you seem to do it out loud at times Kid." It was a female's voice on the other side of the phone, not just any but a now annoyed female voice, and that could never be pretty in the end.
"But it IS just a stupid idea. The phone is a horrible contraption."
"Yet you have two in your house."
"Because I had to balance out the room to make it even Liz, obviously."
"Well it isn't anymore because you are on one side talking on one phone, unless there are TWO of you in there…Hello? You still there? KID?" Kid dropped the phone and panicked about his current realization.
"How, HOW did I not think this through! Unless I made a clone that would hold the other phone whilst I talk with the other this just wont work!"
"KID, IT'S FINE!" a loud scream from the phone's speaker, not even wavering Kid the slightest bit.
"I know, ill drag both phones to the center of the room so I'm in the middle too, making it all symmetrical, as it should be." Liz seemed to be getting quite annoyed at this point and the sound of dial-tone filled the room along with continuous mutters from Kid as he attempted to pull both phones across the room to the centre.
"Damn, the cords aren't long enough…"
"What did he say about Soul getting out of Jail?" Tsubaki questioned as Liz slammed the phone down and let out an irritated yell.
"ARRRGGH! GOD HE IS SO ANNOYING! I don't think he even registered what I said except that his house is flawed. Now he is going to do something stupid and probably won't have phone access for a long time."
"Wow, how'd you know that?"
"HE'S STUPID HAHAHA!" Patty was slapping her knee and laughing hysterically. Liz thought that in their past lives, Patty must've been a hyena and she some tall dull animal…giraffe perhaps.
"We had "problems" with the phone before. I'll give it a few weeks before he gets all his blueprints lined out with where the phone or phones will be placed. And then having his house remodeled will take another few weeks or so…"
"Fun…"
"You have no idea what it's like living with a weirdo." Tsubaki peered around the corner to wittiness Black Star picking his nose and wiping it on the wall. Then pulling out a small wooden ruler from on-top of a little table next to the chair he was sitting on and held it against the wall.
"WHOOOO! It's a millimeter longer than this mornings!" Patty went skidding around the corner to where Black Star was and stood in amazement at his accomplishment which Tsubaki knew she had to scrape off later.
"I bet I could do better!" and before Liz and Tsubaki could turn their heads, she had her finger dug right up one of her nostrils digging for "gold". She pulled her finger out and placed it on the wall where Black Star had previously done so.
"Measure it." She demanded. Black Star could already see it was bigger than his and shakily held the ruler up to the wall.
"HA IT'S BIGGER THAN YOURS!"
"Not for long!" Both of his fingers went up each nostril and the war was on from then on out. Liz sighed and looked at Tsubaki annoyingly.
"Now I know you have Black Star as one weirdo to live with, but I have two. So you have to see some sympathy with me now."
"At least they don't put people into jail for an adrenaline rush…"
"Nah, one just get put into jail by herself, and the other one is always paying bail, so I've got it pretty good there. Tis' a shame about you losing your couch funds though. You want me to chip in or something?"
"Nah it's ok, Black Star promised he will work for it." Liz scoffed, trying to hold back a laugh making Tsubaki cross her arms disapprovingly.
"He will do it."
"What makes you think that? He first needs to GET a job that will keep him. Reckon he could do that?" Tsubaki's head dropped to her breasts and she let out a big heavy sigh; she knew she already lost this argument.
"Maybe there might be a bounty job or something. I couldn't see him working part time at a shop or cleaning floors."
"He could do prostitution? He has a lot of energy for that." Liz joked earning a slap from a red-faced Tsubaki.
"Now what makes you think he'd do that?" She questioned.
"It pays good."
"How would you know?" Now curiosity was getting the better of her. Liz gave a big seductive grin, puffed her chest out and parting her thighs a little whilst leaning backwards over the kitchen counter, changing her pose to someone of the streets.
"Patty and I did have a very different lifestyle before we were enrolled at DWMA with a roof over our heads. Though Patty preferred killing and stealing. These days you need money to survive and you have to do anything to get it…"
"Don't say anymore, I get it." Liz giggled and gave Tsubaki a hard slap on the back.
"So you done 'im yet? I can give you pointers if you like. Guys really like it when ya lay them on their back and straddle…"
"NO IM NOT LISTENING!" Tsubaki stormed out of the kitchen with her hands covering her ears while she headed down their hallway towards the bathroom; a loud bang as a door slammed shut shortly afterwards. Liz gave a short snort and leaned over the counter on her elbows and breasts as if she owned the house.
"She hasn't."
Maka stepped out of the small private black taxi, one of the many which is provided for DWMA students around the world while they are on missions and do not own a vehicle of their own. It had been a long time since she had sat in one of those; however she barely did since she usually sat on the back of Soul's motorcycle whenever they went places. She wondered if he still had it…
"T'will be a ten'a minutes, Madam an'a Miss." A handsome young man probably mid-twenties in an aviator jacket with a slight moustache approached them as they exited the taxi. "I take your bags?" Kami waved the man off and got her own out of the back of the taxi along with Maka's things, handing them to her.
"We will be fine sir, thank you. Will you be flying us today?" The man shook his head.
"No ma'am, I is a just'a co-pilot. The pilot will be here soon don't'a worry." Maka scanned the airport while waiting so she didn't have to keep up in conversation with her mother and the co-pilot. It was a little chilly and had a strong wind, blowing around her clothes a little and her mother's dress, which now she realised why her mother wanted to hold her own bags; to cover up the dress blowing out the front.
"Smart…" she said to herself. In the distance she could hear an engine which was most likely the jet which was to take them to America; and sure than likely it was. The little white jet approached at a fast speed towards the runway, with a little black painted skull on the body which proved it was for them. It landed only metres away from where they were standing almost sending Maka off the ground from the force of the landing. The pilot kept the engine on idle as the co-pilot opened the door, dropping an in-built staircase with it for them to climb on.
It was very cramped inside but she thought it had to be like that for it to go fast. She had found a spot to sit next to her mother who was already belted up and ready to go. Maka still had her bag on her lap which the co-pilot put his hand out to grab.
"Miss, I put that away for you." She handed her bags to him and he put it behind his seat along with Kami's. He sat in the front next to the pilot after pulling close the door; the pilot then turned around in his seat so he could see Maka and Kami.
"Allo there ladies. Hope you both took a wizzy before you left because we won't be stopping for a long time now. We are good to go are we?" before Maka could open her mouth to speak he'd already cut in. "Alright, hold onto your knickers ladies!" and before Maka knew it the jet was moving down the runway.
"Not long now sweetie, have a good sleep and we'll be there before you know it." Kami comforted Maka rubbing her hand with hers. Maka yawned from not having sleep previously and shifted in her chair a little so she was more comfortable. She waited for the jet to take lift off and smoothen out its flight high in the sky before she closed her eyes peacefully, finally getting some rest.
"Not long now…"
"Dad, I need to have a word with you." Kid entered Death's office hurriedly carrying scrolls of paper, dropping many on the floor like the bread crumbs in Hansel and Gretel.
"Oh hey, how are ya…what are those?" Death braced himself for something he figured was going to be a long argument over something little. Kid threw all the scrolls onto his coffee table situated in the middle of his office, and then quickly aligning them all straight and…
"Oh god I only have seven here, we can't have that, I'll be back soon!" and before Death could put a word in sideways, Kid was off picking up his trail of paper scrolls. Death looked down at his table and grabbed one of the scrolls, opening it a little to see what was inside.
"Oh goodness not again…" he put that one down and went to the next one. Then the next one…the third and then the forth until he had gone through all seven.
"He has been busy now hasn't he?" His office door opened again but this time Spirit waltzed in happily.
"Hellooooo! By the way, I think your son is weird, you know that right?" Spirit said as he made his way up to where Death was with a steaming cup of tea for him. Death gladly took it with a short "thank you" in return.
"You just saw him didn't you? Looks like he wants to remodel a room in his house again…" Spirit grabbed one of the paper scrolls as well, opening it leaving him dumbfounded.
"He, he drew this? It's amazing, he should become an architect! Well, for people who want irritably OCD houses anyway."
"That's why he ISN'T an architect Spirit, no one wants a obsessively symmetrical house like he does." He took a quick sip from the edge of his cup and gave a relaxed sigh. "You should get a job as a tea maker."
"I pretty much already am one aren't I? I must make fifty of them a day for you or something." Death laughed and took another sip.
"But that's why I said you need to get a job as a tea maker; I'm not paying you a cent you know. By now you could have bought a whole house if I paid you for every cup you brought me. No wonder why your daughter left you for Kami." Spirit started sobbing hysterically; wiping his eyes with the scroll he was currently looking at, getting graphite all over his face.
"Well you're a mean thing aren't you? I haven't seen my babykins in so long…I wish she would just come home right now!"
"I bet you that she will come home tonight for a photo of my ex-wife if you like; she's a total hottie you know. And if I win you will continue to make me free tea until you die." Spirits face lit up like a jack-o-lantern, with a smile just like one to boot.
"You're on old man!"
"Hehe more tea for me then…" Death then finished the last of his tea and handed the cup to Spirit.
"You're a confident bastard." Spirit muttered.
"I'll try out some of that new imported Earl Grey that came in whenever you're ready."