In Which I Am Compared With A Fish
"Your being superstitious again Maka," Soul complained as we walked back home.
"Again?" I asked.
"You've been like this the whole week," he rolled his eyes.
"Like what?"
"A fish," he blatantly stated.
"Fish don't act superstitious," I shot back.
"I don't think you've blinked this whole time," his eyebrows creased in worry.
I exaggerated a blink.
"You're still acting superstitious," he grumbled.