For Baph, and her really amazing drawing that she's been livestreaming.
He can see her from the living room, sitting at her desk, book propped up. He hears the occasional turn of a page, and the little noises she makes that mean his meister is completely engrossed in whatever it is. Soul glances up at the clock, watches it move from 5:45 to 6:00 and drifts off sometime around 6:03.
When he wakes up again, mouth dry and cheek sticky with drool, the clock reads 6:46, and nearly all the daylight has leeched from the room. He can still hear the flip flip of turning pages, but it's drowned out by the rumbling of his stomach. With a sigh, he slides off the couch and slinks over to her door. There's still a little light coming in from her window, but she's mostly sitting in the dark, still reading.
...Still mad at him.
"Makaa," he calls.
Flip.
"Maka?" Nothing. Not so much as a twitch. "Maaaaaaka makamakamakamakamakaMaaaakaaaaaaa--"
"What, Soul." Flip.
"I'm sorry," he says, and it's sincere, and she sighs a little.
"You're forgiven." Flip. He steps inside her domain.
"Maaaka."
"WHAT."
"It's dinner time."
She doesn't turn around, "Your turn to cook."
"But I cooked last night!"
She continues to ignore him. "I'm reading." Flip.
"Maka, I said I was sorry--"
"I'd like pizza, please."
"But--"
"And a salad." Flip.
He pouts a little, but to no avail. ".....Fine." He can just make out the curve of her lips as she smiles. Soul sighs. "And turn on your lamp, idiot. You're gonna go blind reading in the dark."
He leaves, wondering how long it will take to get something delivered, and behind him hears the click of her lamp as she flips another page.
