Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater! I only own my OC's, Jamie Elliot, Mark Jennifer (I've always owned him, I just forgot to claim him.) and Raissa Bel Garnaeu-Olive.
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8. Friendly Invitation
Another day at DWMA ended for Raissa Bel Garnaeu-Olive. She was sort of getting used to it, it had only been three days though, so one could not tell for sure. As the last bells of the day tolled, Kid took Jamie to some amazingly symmetric sight at a book store, the twin-terrors, as Raissa was inwardly calling them, were headed to Toys R Us to get Patti a stuff giraffe.
Black Star and Tsubaki had left too, off in search of three measly kishin eggs that Lord Death had assigned to them instead of the French princess. He wanted something a little more challenging for her.
The only ones left out of aforementioned chaotic group were Maka and Soul, and of course, Hiro and Raissa. The four just stood there, semi-awkward like, considering none of them had any plans after school that day, until Maka coughed and broke the silence.
"Hey, Hiro, Raissa." Maka started, "You wanna come over to Soul and I's house?" the ashen blond was on her heels, green eyes shining as she then looked at her red-eyed partner, "You and Hiro could play CoD . . ."
Soul smirked, "While you two sunken chests talk books, right Maka?" Maka twitched, and restrained a Maka Chop for the first time in a long time, "Yes. Exactly." Raissa was not so kind to Soul, she openly bit her thumb at him, which no one understood but her.
Americans . . . Raissa thought with a sigh, as she smiled at Maka and nodded. Following her and Soul towards their place.
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