Soul rolled over and winced as his head gave out a warning stab. Opening his eyes he groaned and regretted it instantly as the light shot into his head with sharp daggers of pain. "Oww," he groaned, understating his hangover slightly, causing him to pull the pillow over his head and try to fall back asleep until either his headache went away or the sun went down. He was willing to wait for either one to happen first.
"Soul, its time to wake up now!" Maka walked into the room, smiling cheerfully and walking over to the curtains, pulling them open with a flourish and making the boy on the bed cry out in pillow-muffled pain. Turning around, she walked over and whipped the cover off of the white haired boy with a sharp pull, causing him to now curl up in a small ball in the middle of the hotel bed, cursing loudly.
"Not cool Maka!" He called, burying his head under the pillow and trying to quiet the pounding there in.
"What's wrong with you Soul?" Asked Maka, seemingly oblivious to the boys pain and surreptitiously trying to peek over at him in only his boxers. There was a muffled reply from underneath the pillow, making her move closer and lean over him slightly, "what was that?"
"I said," repeated Soul in a put upon voice that was still muffled by the pillow, "I've got a hangover!" He lifted the pillow up slightly to peer out at her with one tired red eye, "I've got a pounding head, why the hell are you okay?" Maka paused in her idle tidying of the room, picking up the clothes Soul had just dumped on the floor on the way to his bed and folding them before putting them neatly on the desk.
"I don't know really," she mused, "I've never really had a hangover before."
"What?" Snapped Soul in disbelief, "you drank more than I did, how the hell are you not hungover? You think its because of your dad?"
Maka froze up instantly at the mention of her 'life's shame' but after a few silent moments she managed to ground out threw clenched teeth, "I'm not really sure. I've noticed it does take quiet a lot to get Papa drunk." Putting down the top she had been screwing up in her hands, she turned around and marched over to the bed, "don't be in bed too long. I'm going to do a little shopping for souvenirs while your recovering enough to drive us home alright?"
"Yeah Maka," sighed Soul in relief. "Thanks."
"Remember to drink water," she called as she walked into the bathroom and returned with a large clear glass of water, putting on his bedside table, "your dehydrated so it'll help you feel better faster. Do you want me to look for anything while I'm out? A nice cake or something?"
"Urgh," winced Soul, his stomach doing nauseating somersaults at the thought of cake. "For once, please no! How about a new shirt? I'm starting to run out."
"Really?" She asked happily, a smile lighting up her face and causing the boy to smile to himself from his view point underneath the pillow. "But you've always complained about my choice in clothes."
"Yeah, well we've lived together long enough right? You should be able to find something I'll like," he said in a slightly distracted voice before wincing and curling up tightly again.
"Wow, thanks Soul!"Maka felt she would have ran over and hugged him if it wasn't for his hangover and the slightly green tinge she'd spotted on his face after she'd mentioned the cake. "Don't worry about a thing, just get better by one o'clock okay? If we leave too late we won't be back in time."
"Yeah yeah," groaned Soul, "oh Maka?"
"Yes?"
"Can I have the blanket back now?"