Maka woke up the next morning when Soul tried to sneak out of the sleeping bag and failed, accidentally jabbing an elbow into her stomach.
"It's a little small to get out without waking me up." She mumbled.
"I realized that. Though I have some bad news."
"Great." Maka muttered, rubbing her eyes.
"We're out of food. And almost out of water." She rolled over to see him holding the trail mix bag, almost completely empty.
"That's a bit of a problem."
"Well, it's been a week. And all we brought was one bag of this crap."
"You said water too. Please tell me that isn't gone."
"Well, we haven't been by a gas station in a while. No bathrooms to sneak into and get our bottles filled up." Maka sighed.
"Ok. We need to stop somewhere soon." She licked her dry lips. "Let's get going. We won't find anything sitting here."
"Right as always." Soul said. He rolled the bike near the road while Maka packed their stuff. Then they were off again. After half an hour of loud protests from her stomach, Maka spotted a gas station.
"Turn off there." She said, pointing. They rumbled up and walked in. "Do you have a bathroom?" Maka asked politely. The skinny guy behind the counter nodded.
"Down there to the left." He answered in a nasal whine. Maka opened it up and almost immediately regretted it. It was like the smell had become a living thing. Delicately tiptoeing around pools of urine, she started to fill up the first bottle. Then the second. Every moment was torture, and as soon as she was finished she fled.
"Ick ick ick!" She muttered to herself. As soon as she got back into the actual store, she stopped short. Soul's arm had become a scythe blade, which was currently positioned under the clerks neck.
"Soul!" She said angrily. "Cut that out!"
"Look, we need cash. At least now we get all our stealing done at once." The cashier pushed over a small pile of cash, which Soul pocketed. "Wallet too." He told the guy. A small wad of bills was extracted, and Soul's arm shimmered back into being a normal arm. "Let's go." He walked out carrying an armload of plastic bags.
"Sorry about that." Maka said to the cashier, who was trembling a little. "He's really a great guy. We're just... um... in a bit of trouble."
"Please get going miss." He said. "And turn your crazy boyfriend in to the cops." Maka sighed.
"I'll consider it. Sorry again. I'll try and make it up to you." She opened the door and stalked out.
"What took you." Soul asked. She tossed him the bag and he stowed his ill gotten gains.
"I was apologizing! You were kind of a jerk!"
"I'm sorry that there isn't a polite way to rob a store." Soul replied drily. "Maybe next time I can leave a bouquet of apology flowers." Maka had to laugh. "You're still a jerk. But I guess we don't need to starve to death." They roared out of the parking lot and hurtled down the highway. "Hey Soul. Next time you rob a store, you should get us pirate hats. So we can look the part, you know?"
"You are so weird."