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Um, yeah, this story IS rated T, just so you guys know.

(There won't be any lemon, though, sorry.)

THE TITLE: Comes from an improv game. Just FYI. Google it if your really curious.

My eyes fluttered open slowly to familiar curtains. At first, I was confused at thought of my clothes on the ground. Then, I was confused at the sight of Maka in the doorway, wearing my shirt.

Then I remembered where I was and why I was here.

"Um…morning," Maka said awkwardly, shifting her weight between her feet. I cleared my throat.

"Morning."

"You uh…you want some breakfast?" She said, putting her hands in my pockets (she was wearing my shirt, remember?). I scratched the back of my neck.

"Er…yeah, sure." She stood in the door way for a few more seconds, awkwardly staring at the floor while I played with a thread on my comforter.

"Listen, Soul, I—" I motioned my hand back and forth before interrupting her.

"It didn't happen. I got it. We're cool. It's cool. I'm cool," I said slyly, attempting to be serious, but I couldn't resist adding that in. I mean, it's true, after all. Maka chuckled but shook her head.

"I mean—I'm not just gonna pretend it DIDN'T happen, because it clearly did," she paused to gesture and the variety of clothes laying around the floor, "but I guess—I mean—it's just—this can't be anything like, er, serious, or anything," she finished, struggling through the entire sentence.

I know where she's coming from—even at the academy, they told us not to get romantically involved with each other. Not just because they didn't want to deal with teen drama, but because it can lead to weapon-meister breakups, which screws up the whole system. And Maka had experienced it first hand, with her parents.

I sat in silence, considering my response with my brow furrowed.

"'Can't' is a present tense adjective, Maka," I decided, reaching for my pants on the ground as I did so. Maka smiled.

"Look at you, sounding all smart and correcting my grammer."

"You're a bad influence on me." I smirked again, finally standing out of bed (with my pants on) and stretching. Maka smiled before leaving the doorframe.

"I'm a bad influence because I HELP you?" She yelled from the kitchen. I was still smirking, although she couldn't see me.

"I'm supposed to be a slacker in this—" I stopped. I was about to say 'relationship' but that clearly doesn't apply, considering the talk we just had. I could say 'friendship' but that doesn't really apply either, considering we weren't going to simply ignore last night.

"—whatever the hell we are, you're supposed to be the slacker, is that what I'm hearing?" Maka finished for me. I smiled at her ability to make an awkward situation perfectly fine.

"That's exactly it," I announced upon entering the kitchen. She was grinning as she poured milk into the two bowls of cereal.

"Oh, by the way," I said, leaning up against the counter she was now eating on, "I'm gonna need my shirt back."

She stuck out her tongue and handed me my bowl of cereal.

"Sucks for you."

…

It was a weekend, which meant one of two things: studying or training. So, really, the weekends were just school days where we got to sleep in.

Although, some days, I weaseled out of studying by inviting the rest of the gang over, and those were probably my favorite days.

Today was one of those days.

I sat at my desk, staring at my guitar and wondering why I still had it (being as I've never played it) while waiting for Black*Star and the rest (don't make me name them off. You know. Tsubaki, Kid, Piz, Latty, whatever their names are) to show up, when Blair strolled over to rub against my leg.

"Blair," I greeted, bending down to pick her up and set her on my lap. She purred as she rubbed against my chest.

"This is only a little creepy," I offered, petting her as I struggled to continue my train of thought. She stopped momentarily to lick her paw.

"Oh, Don't be such a party pooper. Although it doesn't look like you're having much of a problem with that," She said slyly, gesturing her tail towards Maka's various clothing items strewn across my bedroom floor. I should probably give those back to her.

"Ugh, Blair," I started, shoving her off of my lap as I stood up, "go…work or something. You really should be paying part of the rent."

"Do you make all your pets pay rent?" She asked, blinking, as she curled up into a ball by my windowsill.

"Blair. You're not a cat."

"Am too! Nyaaa!" She seemed to add the last bit just to spite me. I grumbled gibberish about Blair's annoying presence as I picked the clothes off the floor, throwing mine into the hamper and carrying Maka's towards her bedroom. Blair leapt up and followed me.

"Ne, Soul?" She asked, weaving in and out of my footsteps. It was getting increasingly hard to avoid stepping on her. Oh well, her lesson to be learned.

"Stop doing that. And what?" I answered, stopping mid-hallway so she could finish our conversation and she would stop trying to trip me.

"Why didn't you just put the clothes in the dirty laundry? Surely Maka doesn't need them anymore?"

I raised my eyebrow, stared and the clothes, then looked back down at Blair.

"Touche." I continued down the hallway anyway, without Blair this time. She giggled behind me before trotting to the couch.

I knocked on the door lightly before entering. Maka whirled around in her spinning chair as I did, and I couldn't help but notice the fact that she was still wearing my shirt. Only my shirt.

"Um, clothes for clothes?" I offered, stretching my arm toward her. Her pigtails swung back and forth before she popped another pocky stick into her mouth.

"Your shirt's too comfy," she explained after gulping her snack down. I sighed.

"Well, you know, if comfort is the problem, you could just go shirtless. I'm sure that's very comfortable," Maka's eyebrows raised, then she smirked.

"You would know."

…

"Seriously, Black*Star, don't touch the oven. I fully believe your finger can pass through flame," Maka tried for the 4th time, standing protectively in front of the stove.

Black*Star shook his blue head vehemently. "No, Maka! You will not believe until you see it with your own eyes!" He pried his eyes extra-wide with his fingers as he spoke. Maka put her palm to her face.

"Okay. Do it. See what happens," She suggested, gesturing toward the stove and shifting her weight to the other foot. She was, at this point, wearing her own shirt if you were still unclear about that. (I liked her better in mine, to be honest.)

Black*Star did in fact thrust his finger into the small blue flame. His eyes grew very wide for a moment before he yanked it out and he bit his lip as he did so.

"There," he strained to get out, "Mission accomplished."

We all froze there for a second, waiting for him to burst out in tears or into some fantastically narcissistic comment, but instead he simply bit harder on his lip and pressed his finger tightly.

"Go run it under cold water," I finally said, gesturing towards the sink. He let out a large breathe and sprinted towards the chrome washbowl.

Maka shook her head and faced the ground, chuckling. I scooted around a little so I was standing next to her.

I should've said something like, "why is it always our place" or, "Black*Star…is one hell of a fathead." Or something adequately less awkward, but sometimes my lips and my brain don't obey me in a way that benefits the whole me in a cooperative and mutual way. Like now.

"What do we say?" Maka looked at me with wide eyes right as it came out of my mouth. I simply stared back at her, waiting for an answer. I mean, the damage was already done, what's a little collateral on the side? She coughed/choked a little before replying.

"Um, nothing?" She finally responded nervously, as if she was unsure of her answer. But Maka, unlike me, was always sure of everything that came out of her mouth. Just so confident about everything she says, so sure that she is always right. I combed my hair back with my hand.

"Guess not."

We stood there in silence for a few moments before Tsubaki gasped loudly and we turned around to see her scolding Black*Star. She looked up at us and frowned.

"I'm…I, honestly, am so sorry he did this! I can't believe I let him even—I'm sorry, you guys, really, he just doesn't think sometimes—"

"Tsubaki!" Maka said, putting her hand out to stop her. Tsubaki slowed down for a moment and her speech trailed off, "He's not your son. He's your partner. You don't have to apologize; he made that decision entirely on his own."

I shrugged, "Besides, it's not damaging us in any way." Maka slapped my stomach again.

…

"What a day," Maka said, after shooing Patty out the door to catch up with Kid and Liz. She flopped down on the couch with a 'plop' and spread across the entire thing. I leaned over the back of it.

"You plan on sharing?" I asked suavely, crossing my arms. She raised her eyebrows.

"Make me." I blinked twice. Let's do this.

I jumped over the couch and over Maka, earning a squeal, before I buried both of my hands underneath her. Her eyes widened and she started to squirm when she realized what I was doing.

"Soul! No, no, no, no, no! Stop! Wait! Noooo!" She resisted, but I picked her up anyway and spun around. Expecting me to set her on the coffee table, she relaxed, and I smirked. I win again.

Instead of setting her on the coffee table, I sat down on the couch, still holding her bridle style. She sighed and laughed a little before trying to stand up, so I latched tighter.

"Can I go?" She asked, crossing her small arms indignantly. I shook my head.

"Nope."

"You're going to make me lay here?"

"Or somewhere else." Her eyes locked with mine for a moment while I raised the corner of my mouth into a cocky grin. The eye contact broke and she started cracking up. Finally, she squirmed out of my hold and stood up on her feet, facing me.

"Ha," She said, putting her hands on her hips and smiling triumphantly.

"You think you're in the clear, don't you?" I asked, grinning even wider. She nodded.

"I," She started, gesturing towards herself, "am standing in the clear," she gestured about the area around her.

So, instead of replying, I grabbed her hips and pulled her back on top of me, squeezing yet another high pitch squeal out of her. I started laughing as she pouted.

"Damn it," she muttered, crossing her arms from my lap. I grinned after my laughing session.

We sat there, in total silence for a few moments, her lying on my lap. She cleared her throat.

"Um, Soul?" She shifted uncomfortably. Oh no. There are very few things that made Maka uncomfortable. I could pretty much guess this alone time, in a position far too similar to a position in a far more awkward (or at least awkward to talk about) time, was more than enough. I grunted in response.

"You wanna, like," She cleared her throat again, "do…something?" her face was as red as a tomato when her eyes flicked to the hallway just long enough for me to know what she was talking about.

I leaned forwards far enough so our lips were pressed together (I wouldn't necessarily call it gently…), and my hand slid up to her face. She resisted, momentarily, before pressing back against me and allowing my tongue to slide into her mouth, moving her hands to loop around my neck.

I pulled apart, barely, and breathed into her neck. "One question, first," I whispered, smirking she tensed as my mouth neared her ear.

"My place or yours?"

Sorry this took so long. I wasn't really sure how to get the ball rolling. I think I have an idea now. Think.

I'll try to get the next one out sooner, I pretty promise :x

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