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Soul is trying to be cool and subtle about passing notes to Crona. Sometimes he passes one through Tsubaki, 'coz she won't look at it like Black*star would. Maka would just refuse to pass it on, that meanie. Kid would be refolding it so it was assymetrical - and we won't even go into guys like Ox.

Current note is being kicked Crona's way, while humming under his breath and drawing a caricature of Stein. He hopes his boyfriend is even gonna notice it. Hard to notice a random paper, unless it rears up and attacks ya with papercut-sharp teeth.

Heh.

Well, if Crona manages to find it, it reads:

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
This class sucks and I wanna scamper and make out,
how 'bout you?

...yep. Nobody ever said he was romantic.

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"N-no, I'll be fine," Soul says, ever the tough guy. He doesn't like that place, that'll never change, too associated with that bitch of a gorgon.

His stomach can totally settle!

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Aw. Soul doesn't like that tone.

"There's nothing wrong with me~e," Soul protests. But really, it's not as if this came on suddenly, he's been ignoring various ills and pains all day.

And the fact his tone is so petulant just betrays that.

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Ack. Crona can be just as bad to get in trouble with as Maka, sometimes!

"Well, uh, you see - " He's really not getting out of this one, but a guy's sort gotta try. "It wasn't that bad, and - "

Man. Why's it so -hot-?

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"And throwing up," Soul says, meekly.

He'll be doing that, too!

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Soul just points in the direction of the bathroom before rushing there. He didn't really have anything today so there's not much to come up, but somehow there's, like, half a soul there.

Gross. He's not touching that. Whoever it is can just live in the sewer.

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"I guess you do love me," Soul comments after the water, curling around his pillow. "If yer willin' to stick around when y'know I'm gonna have to do gross things."

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"Dun get yourself sick too," Soul mumbles. That would suck, right?

He pulls at Crona, then. Soup later, hugs now! Cures fast in a pinch.

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"Kay," Soul mumbles, and somehow manages a true smile in return, even in the middle of all this illness. "Love ya."

He mumbles something else, but it is pretty indecipherable in the middle of him falling asleep.

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It'd been some quip about how they should try sneaking off when nobody's actually sick, because he can never miss a joke. He'll be sleeping for awhile, by the looks of it, but that's good, right?

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A period of time passes, then, and if Crona's checking, the fever's higher now. Soul doesn''t look very happy, either about that or some dream he's having. Something, at least, is making him try to burrow underneath the blankets like a little kid.

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Fuckfuckfuck that works to wake him up, but he doesn't really know he's awake, and like hell that's a good thing. He's not a flailer and he's not violent when he's woken up from a nightmare, but he is the kind that dissociates and doesn't even know they're out.

Blank, blank stare, before he starts to realize and grabs a pillow to cover his face.

Crap.

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Soul clings the best he can, more awake now, focusing on breath in, breath out and warmth and Crona. He can do this, he can calm down, he can stop worrying the hell out of someone who doesn't need to worry at all -

"Sorry," he mumbles, finally.

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Soul takes Crona's hand in his own, laying a kiss on the palm. It's part in gratitude for Crona being there, and in part a delay tactic. He feels like such a creep for delaying, but -

"Nightmare," he grumbles. "Don't like 'em, that's all."

Stupid, stupid. Who did?

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What nightmares, huh. Soul's had a lot of nightmares in his time, especially since he first met Crona. But he ain't gonna say that, hes not tactless, and he's not gonna say the black blood spun them faster around.

It's not like he hasn't had them his whole life, anyway. Once he accepted Demon, the abnormal ones stopped, but then there's the regular ones. "Useless," he mutters as if reading from a well-read manuscript. "No good abandoner who ain't got a talent, abandoning the family name - "

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Soul just stares at him. So much certainty shakes him in a way, he doesn't know how Crona could have it, or how anyone could. Even if he can feel Maka's trust every time they resonate their souls, even if he can feel Crona's love with every moment they spend together.

Because he has demons of his own, less physical than the Demon that formed from black blood.

So his eyes are questioning, somehow even worried. But he doesn't make a sound.

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Soul's eyes open wide before they flutter closed; he hangs on tight as if for dear life, kissing back. Not just on the lips, but on the forehead, the nose, the cheeks, the hollow of the throat, then all the way back up to meet Crona's lips again.

"Fuck," he breathes. "I love you too, I love you so goddamn much, I can't even - "

Think. Think, think, think, Soul, there's gotta be something you can do to express it when words like to fail -

"I want you to - I want you to meet my brother, nobody has, I think you should, you -"

He's in a babble, again.