Note: Soul Eater is not mine, it belongs to one Atsushi Okubo and I doubt he will relinquish those rights any time soon. This is something I wrote for the lovely Odat(So sorry it's 800 years late dear). There's a cuss or two in here, so rated T to be safe I suppose. Enjoy the fluff!
Soul has always been adept at applying logic to a situation. While Maka can sometimes get lost in the emotions, he always does his best to be a voice of reason in times of insanity. In battle, it has gotten them out of quite a few terrible positions.
But sometimes when they aren't in battle, he needs to be reminded that they can act upon their whims and impulses every once in awhile, as long as it isn't a life or death situation.
This is the argument she makes when she drags him into the pet shop after catching him smiling affectionately at a teensy, tiny, tan baby bunny. Soul isn't convinced.
"Maka, we can't take care of another living thing right now, we have missions every week that last for days. Baby bunnies need a lot of care and attention. It'll be weeks before that little guy will even be able to eat on it's own."
Though she hears the seriousness of the words themselves, she can also hear the underlying affection when he is speaking of said adorable little animal. She wants him to get something he wants for once, she would make certain to care for their little companion plenty, give it attention and affection, and find it a responsible caretaker for whenever she and Soul are not around. The latter would prove much more difficult than the former, but what's life without a little challenge?
"Wait…. Soul! What about Blair?" Maka asks him excitedly, swinging their entwined hands slightly, bouncing on the balls of her feet with an enthusiastic grin on her face. He hates to dampen her mood, he really does, but…
"Maka, Blair is a cat, and she's got a job of her own, you really think she'll be too keen on taking care of another living being that we took on the responsibility of?" Maka practically wilts like a water deprived lily when she realizes he's right. He feels terrible, knows she just wants to do this to make him happy..
"I'll… I'll ask Kid for a week off, alright? He can deal without us for a little while. If you're really okay with it and the apartment manager says yes.. we can get the little guy. But we need to find a good caretaker for when we're not around, okay? That or find it a proper home. It deserves to have that, even if it means it isn't with us." A slow smile creeps onto Maka's face, and it's so infectious, it spreads to his lips as well, and in the background they hear some twerpy kid muttering something about 'getting a room, gawd,' but they don't really give a damn. Maka wraps her arms around Soul's shoulders, up on her tippy toes to press her forehead to his, smiling a goofy grin all the while. As analytical and calculative as Soul may get, he's a big, fluffy, sentimental teddy bear of a boy and she loves seeing that side of him. They can make this work. They've saved enough money to get a proper living space and everything. They can figure out the rest later.
"What do you want to name….Her? Says her name is Marshmallow here…" And Soul snorts, cause Marshmallow? Really? How original.
Then he quickly realizes he hasn't got jack shit for better name ideas. How lame.
"Uhhhh… uhm, Suzy? Shit, I don't know.." He looks especially embarrassed, cheeks pink and hand rubbing at the back of his neck, eyes on his shoes, and how can Maka not think he's adorable?
"Suzy. I like it. Good choice, Soul." She presses her lips to his chastely, and in the background, they hear a collaborative outcry of 'Ughhhh gross!' from the kids in shop, but neither can really find it in themselves to care.