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Cheap music. Jazz. Such a slow record.
The imp's music played monotonously; strange background sounds for the conversation at hand.
Maka concentrated on wording herself right; thinking about her decision, about Soul's reaction. A plunge into insanity. She could feel the little demon's pleasure; it came in subtle, pulsing scarlet waves.
Everything felt out-of-body; timeless. She and Soul were concentrating purely on their inner selves now; mainly into Soul's wavelengths. The strange yet not-overbearing intimacy of it aroused her, but she refused to concentrate on it. She continued speaking:
"I knew you'd be upset." She had expected his reaction. Was it because they were in soul resonance, or did she finally know him enough to tell on her own? Stop thinking about that. Concentrate.
She had to catch herself in the silent moments as they stepped slowly; the same motion, the same dance. Follow Soul's lead, keep talking, stop thinking like that.
She could take dances in the real world. But this was Soul's…soul. It felt weird. She didn't like it.
It wasn't that they were basking in sexual tension; she wasn't subduing a motion of passion. But this was a new feeling. She hated being distracted about it. She couldn't look Soul in the eyes.
Just plunge into already. Anything had to feel better than this.
Such a slow record.
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Short? Yes. Pointless? Maybe. I felt like writing what other thoughts could have been going through Maka's head when she and Soul were dancing. And no, I don't think everything set up for romantic tension (or sexual tension for that matter). But still; I think it's realistic. He's a guy. She's a girl. They're dancing. In their souls. Yeah; I'd feel a little awkward too. Anyway; I present my short drabble-y muse.