That don't impress me much . mp3

This is the thing I was talking about - Soul texts Maka please? This has been sitting in my drafts for ages because I've wanted soma of it but for some reason no inspiration's coming so… please? - konata-okami

A/N: Prompt me and I shall deliver... Eventually...
Written in an unfamiliar style in an "I have no idea if it'll work of not" kinda way.
Also I wrote a lot tonight to make up for the days that I missed during Hell Week. Enjoy yall~

College AU

When Maka received the text in the middle of her philosophy discussion, Maka almost chucked her phone across the room for making her loose her train of thought. Ox managed to seduce the professor with his large vocabulary but his argument was folly. If only that text didn't come! So naturally, she reads the text over, and over again, until the words etch into her mind so that she could have something to hate for the rest of her night.

555-4242: bro what was that type of cheese you had at lunch? I'm at the store I need to pick that shit up
555-4242: oh sry wrong number

Maka screamed mentally as she exited the classroom. Who was the cheese loving oaf who ruined her evening?! Half way home, she received yet another text from the same number.

555-4242: but I mean if u hav any cheese recommendations let me know I fckn love cheese

She smacked herself in the forehead, hard, with her own book. What kind of idiot keeps texting someone who clearly had the wrong number? Maka read that text until she could recite it from memory too, damning its owner to hell and back. Another tinkling of bells later, and Maka glowered down at her phone's screen.

555-4242: unless u arent a cheese person
555-4242: thats cool too

Before she knew it, she'd sent a text back at the number, complaining about how they ruined her class and forced her to lose to Ox. It was completely unfair to the stranger, but her anger had to come out somewhere.

555-4242: philosophy huh? ur sharp as cheddar

Are you kidding me?

555-4242: w/o u my heart feels like swiss cheese
555-4242: full of holes

Unbelievable. Are you hitting on me now?

555-4242: well a lovely girl like u could make fondue steam

Who said I was a girl?

555-4242: who said u werent

Look creep, I'm going to block this number, now if you'll excuse me.

555-4242: NO WAIT
555-4242: PLEASE DONT
555-4242: IF U GET W/ ME I CAN PROMISE YOU MORE THAN JUST A GOUDA TIME
555-4242: look
555-4242: im just a lonely Soul
555-4242: lookin for my colby to my monterey jack
555-4242: my friend kidd wont even share his cheeses with me
555-4242: hello?

What?

555-4242: my crush on you makes me crumble like feta

You're ridiculous.

555-4242: but did u laugh

Maybe.

555-4242: how about a dinner date w/ u and me?
555-4242: i know this gr9 place down on second?

How do you know we're even in the same area?

555-4242: ur area code mayb

Text me the place and maybe around 9pm if I'm feeling peckish.

Maka glanced up and realized that she almost ran into her dorm building. She fished out her keys and unlocked the door. Another key later and she was entering the elevator, taking it to the fifth floor. As she waited for the text to come, Maka asked herself, did she want to meet up with a total cheesy stranger? He at least had to make up for her evening somehow. As the doors peeled open, she received the deal breaking text, or texts.

555-4242: twirlinis on second and b
555-4242: wear something red and ill wear green
555-4242: dont look too nice tho orsl other guys will hit on u
555-4242: if they do tho
555-4242: ill be there to tell them
555-4242: das nacho girl

I do like Italian, will do, cheese-stick. I'll meet you in front at 9.

Soul clicked off his phone, twirling it in his hand merrily as he walked back to his room with Kidd.

"Thanks for letting me drop your name man. You and BlackStar are the real MVPs."

"Don't worry about it. Who's number did you yank off BlackStar again? The black haired one?" Kidd walked down the middle of the hallway, pushing Soul a little to the left, but that was the last thing on his mind now.

"No, he'd abandon us at an animal shelter before he'd let any of us touch Tsubaki, but his hot, foster sister? She's even better than the stories Star told us, man. Quick, sassy, and a total nerd? I have to meet her tonight."

"He's going to castrate you for looking through his phone for her number."

"Trust me, I think she'll be worth it."