"You have to admit, the food here is better than our old school's food." I said.
"Yeah." Kylie said. "Hey, Soul, they say Stein is going to let the class fight each other outside."
"Who are you two going to fight?" Maka asked. I have to admit, Maka's cute.
"Dunno. Kylie, who do you wanna fight?" I asked.
"Well, Tsubaki and Black Star have several strategies to think about when fighting, so we'd have to be adaptable. Kid fights long-range, though he has a few short-range attacks. We could use his symmetry-obsession against him. For Soul and Maka, well, you have skill and willpower." Kylie said. "I'd fight against Kid, since he's obsessed with your symmetrical face."
Maka and Soul blinked in surprise.
"I know, it's a surprise I'm the Meister, right?" I asked.
"That and a little girl just spoke about her friends so viciously." Maka said.
"I prefer devious." Kylie said.
"Hey, Kylie, want to go to a tea-party with me and Mr. Giraffe?" Patti asked.
Kylie looked at me with a 'is she serious' look.
"I think she is. You can go if you want to." I whispered.
Kylie shrugged. "Why not? Where is it?"
"Kid's house." Patti said.
"I'm going to go sit by her and talk about it...If that's okay with you, Rye." Kylie said.
"Nah, it's cool." I said. As she walked away, I said "They grow up so fast."
"Are you crying?" Soul asked.
"No. It's allergies."
"It looks like tear-"
"Allergies, damn it! So, Maka, is Crona a girl? Where is Crona, by the way?" I asked.
Maka shrugged. "Maybe he was sick."
"Crona's a guy, then?" I asked.
"We don't know." Maka admitted.
"Hm. Pink-hair, dress, girlish voice...I'm going to call Crona a girl." I shrugged.
"What if it's light-pink hair, Medusa makes Crona wear the dress, and the voice is because Crona hasn't hit puberty?" Soul asked.
"Medusa? Who's that?" I asked.
"Never mind." Soul said.
"So, Riley, how many souls have you gotten?" Maka asked.
"None, yet. I'm trying to find a moment to talk to Kylie 'bout this mission I wanna do. Old murderer named Frank McJacklin*" I said.
"Huh. You want to fight someone from Ireland?" Maka asked.
"Yeah. I like Ireland." I said. "I went there once. Before Kylie was born."
"Hm." Maka said. "You never talk about your family."
"Y'know, not much to talk about. Got a dad, got a Ma, got a sister, lost a dad...y'know, normal family." I said.
"Wait, lost a father?" Maka asked, and a flinched.
"I shouldn't have said that." I said. "Yeah, I lost my dad."
"What happened?" Maka asked. Maybe it was just 'cause I hadn't talked to anyone about my dad, but I talked to her about my most sensitive issue.
"Ran off right after Ma got pregnant dad died." I said.
"How?" Maka asked.
"Tried not dying alone. I know that for damn sure." I said. "Crap, we're leaving. Better get Kylie."
A/N: *=I don't know if there's any Frank McJacklins out there, but I just came up with a random name for a serial killer. So, if you're name is Frank McJacklin, sorry.
