Chapter Title: Questions
Summary: He really confuses her sometimes
Sometimes, Soul can be a real sweetheart.
And sometimes, Maka finds it rather difficult to keep a straight face around him. And then she asks herself, over and over again, how he managed to deceive her into skipping work the other day. He must have hypnotized her with his eyes, she concludes.
(It's incredibly hard not to get lost in them.)
She suddenly pauses in her work, reorganizing the romance novels, and stomps her foot, hard.
Why that cunning, devious, manipulative…
"Hey, Maka."
Oh, look speak of the devil. Its Soul, and he's about to get the lecture of a lifetime. No, he will not hear the end of it, because it's entirely his fault she was that close to losing her job, and that means no more money, and she obviously can't afford that.
Maka readies her scolding voice, the one that's been used on her brother when he skipped class in grade school, clearing her throat with a series of light coughs. Deep breath, in and out.
"Soul, you better listen, because—"
He grabs her hand mid sentence and places a cup of passion tango tea in it, gently guiding her fingers for a better grip.
"—you are just a really great guy, seriously, thanks."
This is exactly what she means when he gets all sweet on her, and honestly, it scares the shit out of Maka. Like, how can he make her feel irritated one moment and all smiles and giddiness the next?
She'll have to proceed with the utmost caution.
But in the mean time…
Maka immediately starts sucking the life out of the drink, not really caring if she looks like a survivor of the desert. (Which she essentially is, in a way.) So what if he basically bribed her—it definitely worked."
"Is this free, by the way?" She asks in between greedy sips.
The corners of Soul's lips curl upward. "For me,yes. For you—"
She swears there's a glint in his eye.
"—No."
Fuck.
"How much then?" She resists the strong urge to give him her best puppy dog pout and swallows her attempt to guilt trip him into a free drink.
There's a short pause before he answers. "I'll give you the drink,if, you play a game with me first."
Maka gives him a pointed look. "But I'm working." Obviously.
"C'mon just twenty questions, then."
Oh great, the game of fuckboys. She suppresses the urge to groan and roll her eyes. She should have known, Soul is a boy after all.
"Too many," she says, giving him a chance to redeem himself nonetheless.
"Ten?"
"Five."
"Five?"
"Would you prefer none?"
He frowns and crosses his arms. "Fine. Five it is. I'll start. What's your last name?"
A blonde eyebrow shoots heavenward, surprised at his rather bland question.
"Albarn," she answers anyway. "Eater?"
"Just a nickname," he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Interesting," she rubs her chin, and by now the books on the shelf is long forgotten. "Why did you even come here?"
He has the gall to roll his eyes. "Obviously to buy books on how to get away with kidnap." He replies with a completely straight face. Is this a joke? Or should she be running for the hills at 50 miles per hour? "And," he continues, "That doesn't even count as an answer, cause that was a total waste of a question. I hope you're proud of yourself Maka Albarn.
She decides to heave an exasperated sigh at his comment.
"Alrighty then, ask away, Mister Expert-At-Asking-Stupid-Questions."
"That," he points at her. "was rude. Also when am I gonna get my rightfully earned grovelling?"
What was that.
Did he just say what she thinks he said, because hello, that was seriously random. And weird. And not exactly something she would like to remember. She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. He is completely hopeless, staring at her, as if she is obligated to provide such idiotic information. She blinks at him.
And then she gets an idea. (They're good ideas. Okay. Mostly.)
Maka rummages around in her pocket and grabs his hand, facing the palm upward. She then places a single thimble in his outstretched palm, internally giggling at her clever (dorky) gesture.
Soul looks at it, then glances at her. "Why do you even have this with you?"
Tsubaki was teaching her how to sew before work, because well...it's none of his damned business, that's why.
"Also you suck at this game, I'm taking my drink back. Soul shoots her a devilish grin before pulling the cup from her hands and guiding the straw to his upturned lips. Oh, he so did not.
How cruel of him. Seriously.
Then, he suddenly takes her by the hand, dragging her toward the exit of the bookstore. "C'mon—lets go an adventure."
Maka's jaw drops, because uh, what. "Huh? But my lunch break is only an hour long and—where are we going?"
Soul looks back and offers her a crooked smile, which could seriously mean anything.
"Second star to the right and straight on til morning." He recites, laughing at her shocked, and probably stupid expression. "That, said Soul to Maka, is the way to Neverland."
She stares at him a while longer, before she tugs on his hand, his lips still curved in a smile. "You,Soul Eater Evans, are the coolest guy in the universe, and I, Maka Albarn, am the biggest nerd in all of history."
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(Its because she owed him one, okay. Besides, he countered her peter pan reference with a better peter pan reference. It was well deserved.)
A/N-(I watched Peter Pan for like the first time in a decade the other day. Also I have no idea what I'm doing anymore but you can probably already tell that sooo)
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