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Prompt #10: Begging - "Please, Soul...for me?"
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"Soooooouuuuul."
He tried to ignore her plaintitive moan, focusing on fixing the sink like he said he'd do last week.
"Soooooouuuuul, where are youuuuuu?"
"I'm right here, Maka," he relented. "What d'you want?"
"I'm hungry."
"Your point?"
"Cook me something."
"I'm trying to fix the sink."
"But I want your cream of mushroom soooouuuuup."
He rolled his eyes. "Do you have to whine so loud? Geez."
"But I'm hungry, and that soup is crack. What do you put in it?"
"Told you, trade secret."
"Then make some. Pleeeeeaaase?"
Soul heaved a sigh, set down the wrench and sat up to give his roommate an exasperated look. "Maka, I gotta fix this pipe or the sink's gonna keep leaking. Now do you want soup or a working sink?"
She never hesitated. "Soup. Definitely soup."
Of course she wants soup over a working sink. Then again, he couldn't blame her. Sick with a bad head cold, Maka was acting very childish. Soul soon learned that bouts of immature demands were frequent in her condition. And apparently she wanted soup.
Sighing, Soul got to his feet. There are very few people who could make Soul drop everything to help them. Top of that list was a sick Maka, and he had a bad feeling that she'd always know it. "Fine. One serving of mushroom soup, coming up."
"Yay!" he heard her cheer happily before another succumbing to another coughing fit. "Souuuuul."
"What?"
"Can I have some mint tea as well?"
Soul rolled his eyes again. "All right, Maka, fine."
"Thank you!" she chirped happily. "You're the best, Soul."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
A little peek into the homey life of Soul and Maka from my "Rain Soaked Tears" universe.
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