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[are_you_99]

If you were to ask Soul, remedial classes suck more than Black*star attempting to be a withdrawn and structured guy. They're boring as hell, especially when they're taught by Sid, who tends to go on about rambles about what kind of guy he used to be more than anything else. He's learned a lot about Sid's life before becoming a zombie, but hardly anything about the structure of souls.

Man, he doesn't even care about the structure of souls! That's Maka's job. His job is to eat them, and eat them good. That doesn't take any studying at all.

Soul's bored as hell, and he may be drooling just a little as he stares blankly at the front of the room, his head settled in his arms. He ain't daring to sleep, but that doesn't mean he's not zoning the hell out.

Wouldn't you?

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[retarded-tits.livejournal.com]

Now, you see, Patty's a very active girl, and that means that she burns energy constantly. Even if some teacher is stupid enough to think she's capable of learning things, putting her into the remedial classes where she's definitely not going to pay attention-- without her sister to whack her in the head, et cetera-- in a place like this.

Still, she'd been called down enough times to where Patty had sunken into a sort of languishing role. She shifts, rolls her shoulders, and finally nuzzles down into her arms for a nap. And because of all this childlike energy, she also naps, much like a child.

Like the dead. Ohyes. Except with snoring, which was pretty apparent. Good thing she stays that way till the end of class, and even some after that too. The girl's not really one to interrupt herself when she hears something, again disinteresting. So, it's the land of fluffy pillows and baked pies shaped like horses.

[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

...yeah, Soul kinda stays after class, too. He's not one to leave a friend stranded, especially not Patty. She's a cute girl, and he's weak for cute girls, especially ones with certain... um, assets.

He's a guy, okay?! Sometimes he can be typical, too. But really, he liked her for more reasons than that, and he didn't want to see her accidentally locked up in the school or something. She might get freaked the heck out!

"Patty," he says, standing over her. "Patty, y'need to wake up."

He uses the eraser end of his pencil to poke at her gently.

[retarded-tits.livejournal.com]

There's just the low murmur, "But... but-- the merry-go-round... marshmallows and strudels won't go like thaa---" and with a yawn stifling the rest of her words, she manages to look up, bleary-eyed at Soul. O-oh. There it was again.

There what was? That little funny feeling in her chest, like someone had taken those pop-rocks things and then shook them up real good in her chest, but there wasn't any drool in her chest, but it was still there popping and crackling all the same--!

Still, like most things, Patty ignores it to pursue what she wants to pursue, which, right now, is tackling down Soul. For little to no reason, aside from the one she herself saw.

Which was, coincidentally, that he was about to be assassinated by unicorn kamikazes, in the fading light from her dream.

[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

"A-ack!" Soul flails, and flails hard. While he should have expected the unexpected from Patty, he certainly hadn't expected this, and he hits the floor with a 'thud'!

He should probably tell Patty to get offa him, but somehow, he can't bring himself to. Maybe it's 'cuz, having tackled him, certain assets of hers are right up close and personal against him. Hes a hot blooded teenage boy, dammit. But he's also got better class than, say, Black*star, so he's not gonna give into that kind of hormone influx. Bleck!

"You gotta - I'm not - you - " He's stuttering around like Crona! Aaargh!

[retarded-tits.livejournal.com]

"Huh? Gone now..." She murmurs, but doesn't change her seat. No, she's decided she likes where she is right now, particularly well. The girl snuggles onto him, pressing right up close.

"I wanna go back to sleeep," is the soft murmur, as she presses her cheek against his, a light blush covering her face for reasons unknown to her.

"You woke me up."

[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

Soul ain't blushing too, no way. It's not -cool- or -manly- to blush, so he ain't doing it, no matter what anyone else says.

He should probably suggest she better go on home and sleep, but he doesn't find those to be the words coming out of his mouth. "You can go back t'sleep," he suggests. "I'll make sure nobody bugs ya."

[retarded-tits.livejournal.com]

He feels so warm~! Patty usually finds those things that just make her happy, and Soul happens to be one of those-- so this was a lucky thing. She continues rubbing her cheek up against his, with that warm smile.

"But what if something while I'm sleeping does~? You can't make sure there," she states, bringing a finger to poke at the cheek she wasn't currently molesting. Her positioning can only get more awkward from here, so she goes ahead, wrapping her arms around him after that, closing her eyes anyway.

[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

His stomach feels all weird, like he accidentally swallowed some butterflies, 'cept they're still alive and fluttering around t'try to get out. Goddamn butterflies need to just give up and die already!

"If somethin' tries to get you there, I'll wake you up. Or I'll go to sleep too so I can punch it in the face."

...that doesn't even make any sense, but he pretends it does, anyway.

[retarded-tits.livejournal.com]

THINGS NEVER NEED TO MAKE SENSE. This is Patty Thompson, after all, intrepid explorer of the places that make no sense. Innocent, in that she wasn't going to let the outside influences tell her what to do or think or how to act.

She nods a little, snuggling closer, closer, like she was going to crawl inside him instead, and soon dropping off into sleep again. It felt, somehow, right, somehow, good, in a way she'd never felt before. It was that ease that let her slip away so quickly.

[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

...okay, now Soul really has no idea what to do. He promised her that he'd stick around, but how long can they stay here? Kid or Liz might come looking for her, and then it was possible they might mistake the situation and kick his butt.

Not that he knew what the situation was, anyway. Help! Someone tell him, so he can do more than sit and look stupid!

[retarded-tits.livejournal.com]

Liz comes in after a few minutes, if only to check on her sister and...

She walks straight back out, with a grin on her face and a hurriedly waved hand. "I'll leave you to it, but bring her home soon, okay?"

She just. Doesn't want to know.

Meanwhile, Patty, while drooling on Soul's chest is a very fun idea, does seem to stir a little, untangling herself before sitting on his torso, glancing down.

"Ahhhh, I'm hungry, I think."

That was enough of a nap for now.