"We are looking for a boy named Black Star and a girl named Tsubaki."
"Alright, hang on for a minute." said the receptionist as she began to type the two names into the tenement directory on the office computer.
"Okay, so, a Mr. Black Star and Ms. Tsubaki is who you are looking for, correct?" looking up from the computer as she asked Maka.
"Yes, those are the two we are looking for." replied Maka hoping that now they could finally meet up with Black Star and Tsubaki for breakfast, like they had originally planned.
"Hmm...let's see now..." The receptionist glanced back at the screen of the computer and then back to Maka before saying, "The two you are looking for are on floor B in room 7." Then, just to clarify what she was saying, she said, "They're living in B7, sweetie." she sang in an up-lifting tune.
"Thank you so much, ma'am!" Maka sprung around from the desk and made her way hurriedly over to Soul.
When Maka reached Soul, she said, "Come on, Soul, let's go get them so we can finally go eat breakfast, I'm starving!
Soul looked at Maka with a smile of intrigue. "Well now, it is better for you to starve, that way you can keep your slim figure." he said as he let a warm chuckle escape his lips.
"W-what?" Maka was overcome by a blush that was as red as a solar flare that had burst out from the sun. "...Soul..." the bright blush that had previously illuminated her face, now turned into a dark glare, directed solely at Soul.
"Oh, crap!" Soul knew what was coming next.
Maka grabbed a new addition, 2000 paged dictionary that seemed to have materialized out of nowhere, and started to utter a long, drawn out phrase. "Makaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
Soul guarded his head with his arms crossed over in a blocking position.
"Choooooooooooooooooooooooop!" Maka flung the book onto Soul's skull with a gale force that sent him tumbling to his knees, and shortly thereafter, to the hard-wood floor.
"O-ow, I'm sorry, my lovely, sweet, dearest Maka." Soul looked up to his now furiated meister, hoping for forgiveness. "That was so un-cool of me."
"Humph!" Maka bent down to his level. "I will forgive you if, and only if, when we go to get breakfast, I can tell the workers that it is your birthday!" A devilish grin began to show itself as it spread across the meister's face.
"You wouldn't dare" Soul screeched as he started to remove himself from the hard-wood surface.
"Oh, but I would." Her devilish smile grew even wider.
