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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If you were to ask Soul, remedial classes suck more than Black*star attempting to be a withdrawn and structured guy.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]

"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.