A/N: Still do not own Soul Eater, still do own my story. This chapter is a bit shorter, but homework! I made a point to make it important though, so that's cool? Maybe. Enjoy!
When Soul woke up the next morning it was at eleven. Why eleven, Soul did not know. Usually he got up at three in the afternoon, and he didn't expect today to be any different seeing as how he was up until two in the morning last night. First the tow came but took forever, then he called Maka to let her know the tow came and he ended up chatting with her for about an hour, and after that he had to clean up the whole damn house because Kid was upset at him and Black*Star.
After Soul put on some clean clothes that he had not slept in last night, he went into the kitchen and started making some cereal. He could see Kid sitting at their fold up table through the hole in the wall. He was reading Death City's newspaper and drinking some caffeinated beverage. Soul couldn't tell if it was light coffee or dark tea from his standpoint though.
Kid looked up when he heard some rustling in the kitchen and nodded at Soul.
"Hey," Soul said as he poured his milk into his bowl.
"Good morning Soul, I hope you slept well. I mean after all," Kid looked up from his paper and directly into Soul's eyes, "There was that pesky tow here."
Soul retrieved a spoon from the silverware drawer that Kid had organized to be perfectly symmetrical and Black Star had messed up.
"So you saw it? I didn't know you came home that early," Soul replied.
"Well, I went through the back door last night and once I got inside. Then I went into the basement to call Elizabeth and Patty."
Soul picked up his bowl and carried it over to the table before sitting by Kid.
"Yeah and how'd that go?"
"It went well. Our deal went through with one of the drug lords in the central part of Death City. The sisters still don't know the leader's name, but we got the money and they got the purchase so I am not entirely sure it matters."
"You don't want to know his name?"
Kid shook his head before answering, "If someone doesn't want us to know their name, there is a reason behind it. If that's the case, knowing this guy's name may be a liability and it's probably best we drop it."
Soul thought about it for a few moments before shrugging.
"I guess you're right. Anyways, what about our deal with the Pots gang? How are they -"
Soul heard a ring from the hallway phone. He stood up from his chair and popped his neck before he started to walk over to the phone.
The ringing stopped, and Soul thought they just hung up but then he heard something he didn't want to hear.
"Star residence, home of the amazing Black*Star! Who has the pleasure of talking to this god?"
Damn it, Black*Star wasn't supposed to be up until noon. Soul raced into the hallway where he could hear a very confused Maka reply, "Uh, Maka Albarn."
Black*Star started to say more, but Soul rammed into him and pushed him out of the way of the phone.
"Damn it Black*Star," Soul muttered before speaking into the phone, "Hey Maka."
From the kitchen he could hear Kid snicker as Black*Star walked in. Soon enough, the two started arguing about the messed up silverware drawer so Soul plugged his right ear as he listened to Maka. She thanked him again for the ride and the tow. Soul could barely hear her over Black * Star and Kid, but he did manage to hear her say, "So do you want to meet up at the bookstore after I get off work?"
Something hit the floor in the kitchen and Kid screamed swears at Black*Star not a second later. Soul grinded his teeth as he tried to comprehend what Maka said.
"When do you get off work?"
"At three. Soul are you alright, you seem agitated," Maka asked.
"No, I'm alright. Just my roommates, that's all. Yeah though, I'll meet up with you at the bookstore after three. Cool, see you then," Soul answered.
"Oh. Okay. Well, see ya' Soul!"
He hung up before going back to the table and finishing his cereal. Black*Star and Kid were still going at it but he didn't care. Only a few more hours and he could get out of this place anyways.