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Prompt #19: Uniform - "Why do you keep wearing that uncool outfit?"

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He could hear Maka rummaging through her clothes and grumbling under her breath even from his sprawled position on the couch. He couldn't help grinning to himself. "Maka, let's go! We're late for the reunion!"

"SHUT YOUR BAKA FACE!" came his meister's eloquent reply. "I'M ALMOST READY!"

"You said that half an hour ago!" He rolled his eyes again and went to stand by her door. "Just grab some slacks and a tee-shirt and throw a jacket over it."

"NONE OF MY T-SHIRTS ARE CLEAN!"

Soul heaved an irritated sigh. "Then wear a dirty one. Nobody's gonna know and I sure won't care." The door banged open, revealing a red-faced, half-dressed meister glaring daggers at the Deathscythe. Soul didn't even bother to conceal his blatant ogling of her sleep-mussed hair, her half-buttoned shirt, and black lace panties. "Or you know what, that works for me. Not a public outfit, but hey, we don't have to go if you don't want to - "

"Ugh, Soul, you're such a dork!" Maka shouted, delivering a slap to his chest. "We're going to the reunion! Get dressed!"

"I am dressed, we're waiting on you!" Soul shot back as she slammed her bedroom door shut. But the grin on his face clashed with his angry tone.

"SOUL!" she bellowed through her door. "DID YOU REMEMBER TO CYCLE OUT THE LAUNDRY?!"

He hadn't. Soul winced. "Uh, yes?"

"YOU ARE SUCH A LIAR!"

"What's the problem?"

She opened the door again, holding up an outfit he hadn't seen in almost five years. "What d'you think?" she asked, spinning with the hanger held to her shoulders. "Maybe I can still fit?"

"Oh geez, seriously?" Soul couldn't help gritting his teeth and shaking his head. "Why haven't you burned that thing yet?"

"It's sentimental. Some of my best memories are tied to this outfit."

"You're not wearing that tonight. No way."

Dropping the hanger, Maka pouted angrily as her hands planted on her hips. "What's wrong with wearing my old Spartoi uniform to the reunion?"

"It's been five years, Maka. You really think anyone else is gonna dig out their uniform, let alone wear it to something like a dumb reunion?" Soul shook his head. "Not cool."

"BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER OUTFITS!"

"You've got some nice dresses, don't you?" When her jaw dropped in realization, the white-haired boy snickered. "C'mon, you can't be that dumb, Miss Honor Student."

"SHUT YOUR BAKA FACE!" Face still crimson, Maka returned to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Rolling his eyes at her overreaction, the Demon Scythe returned to the couch, picked up the TV remote and flipped through the channels in search of something to watch.

For all her bookishness and battle smarts, Maka was remarkably scatterbrained about the silliest things. Chances were they wouldn't leave for another half an hour yet.

Little future fic that's been slowly simmering on the back burner. Enjoy it!

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