The stupidest thing is not that it's three in the morning, or even that she has to accept a collect call at three in the morning. It's that her weapon has a sixth-sense.
"This'd better be good," she rasps into her cell phone.
"Oh shit, what time s'it over there-"
Maka sits up in her bed, Blair sleepily stalking away to a different part of the mattress. "Depending on how this conversation goes in the next two minutes, it may be time to die."
"Fffffffff-"
"Why are you calling me collect from a payphone?"
"-ffff well first off, my cell might've been eat by uhhh, man what even wazdat thing—"
With a sigh, she puts on her slippers and shuffles to her small secretary desk, flipping open her laptop and booting it up. "Aren't you supposed to be chaperoning the field trip right now?"
"Acshully, back up. First the kidz were like AHMAGOD IT'S A KISHIN, but like it was like a point-five star at best—"
Maka sits at her desk and logs in to Shibusen's meister portal, navigating to the ever-familiar 'expense reports' form. She types in 'cell phone' with an additional request for an otterbox case. "Mm-hmm," she mindlessly prompts. "You didn't interfere, right?"
"Well no. Uh. At first?"
She leans back in her creaky computer chair and groans. "Damn it, Soul, this is why I shouldn't stay home."
"No babe listen it was some kinda boozekishin, like-" he snorts, "-the kids were gettin' wasted tryin' to pffhhahahah fuckin' it was hilarious—"
Pausing mid-type at the laptop, she blinks, ignoring Soul's choking laughter and wondering if her weapon really had just called her 'babe'. He starts talking again but apparently doesn't remember to put the receiver up to his face until mid-sentence.
"-my phone out, right? I needed a vid 'cuz that's just too.. that's too, ….hahahah, man. Oh, but the asshole ate my phone, what a fuck. So I had to kick his ass, baby. I didn't meannu. Well I did but I mean.. you know whattameen."
"I…" Maka rubs her eyes with her free hand. "Yes. Sure. Are the students okay?"
"Oh they're ffffffffffine. Sleepin' off their hangovers," he snorts again.
The side of her mouth picks up in a tiny smile despite everything. "So what else, besides your phone?"
"Eh?"
"What else did you break?"
"Uhhhhhhhh nothin'?"
Blinking rapidly, she says, "Then why are you calling me at three in the morning?"
"Shit it's three? Daaaamn. Sorry. Well I wanna drunk-text you, but my phone," he whines.
"…are you joking."
"Huh? Hey so, what're you wearin' right now?"
With a squeak, Maka hangs up. She looks down at her night-attire, one of his shirts hanging off her chest. She slumps over, mashing the cellphone to her forehead with a frustrated whimper.
From the bed, Blair stands and stretches with a yawn before turning in place and curling up in a ball once more. "It's like he knows," she comments.