"Ugh, I can't believe they called this clean," Maka grumbled as she ran a gloved finger down Soul's massive leg. A clearly visibly trail was left in her fingers wake and she looked with disdain at the grim now caked on the tip of her glove.

"To be fair, they got all the Kishin entrails off my hands," Soul said.

"They could have at least washed the blood off your eyes," Maka sighed as she clambered up his side and clipped herself into place. From the large pouch hanging on her side she retrieved a towel and began to work on one of the large lenses. Looking into the red orb she could just make out the faint outline of Soul's actual eye. It was like a shadow hidden within a shadow. Before that had given her the creeps, but now she found it oddly comforting. "Also, can't you use your shield to burn some of this off or something?"

"Using my shield makes me tired,"

"It's better than you being disgusting!"

"Well if you learned to fight at long range better, I wouldn't get so dirty," Soul snarked. "It's not my fault you want to punch everything to death. I have guns for a reason, you know."

"Well they work better at close range." Maka slapped the towel against his hull. "Now shut up and let me at least get these clean."

"Waste of time. We're gonna have to go out again in a day or two anyway," Soul grumbled. "Just have them spray me down again,"

"A sound soul dwells within a sound mind, and a sound body," Maka said matter-of-factly.

Soul snorted. "What does that mean?"

"It means shut up and let me clean you," Maka snapped.

Soul was silent for a moment before snapping his fingers. Though, as Titans could not actually snap, he simply rubbed his fingers together and produced an annoying screech that drew a glare from Maka.

"What?" she sighed.

"That reminded me. Black*Star says something like that."

Maka wasn't sure she wanted to here this. "Does he?"

"Yeah. He was in here the other day working out. He said-"

"Working out?" Maka paused and looked around. The bay was free of any exercise equipment. "How?"

"He bench presses the missiles," Soul said. "He also wrestles some of the Titan's fingers."

Maka shook her head. "So what did he say?"

"He said…." Soul giant head tilted as he tried to remember the exact wordage of the loud Pilot. "Oh right. It was, Look good, feel good, wheel good."

"What does that even mean? Wheel good?"

"It's some sports things," Soul shrugged, jostling Maka slightly. "But it's basically the same as what you said."

"Hardly," Maka rolled her eyes. "That sounds so dumb. Mine actually means something."

"All that crap about a sound soul?" Soul snorted. "It's sounds like it's from a crappy show where they talk about the power of friendship or something."

"Oh be quiet and open up your cockpit," Maka grumbled as she finished wiping down his lenses.

Soul faltered. "What?"

"Your cockpit, open it up," Maka said as she dropped the filthy towel to the ground with a loud plop and pulled out a fresh one, along with a spray bottle of cleaning solution.

"Why?"

Maka looked up and into his eye. "Why? So I can get inside and wipe you down."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to clean it you idiot," Maka said, growing impatient. "I was filthy and bleeding before I called you in for Titanfall. The cockpit is a mess."

"Well I mean, yeah it's a little dirty," Soul awkwardly shifted his massive weight from one foot to the other. "But I mean, it isn't like, terrible. Why don't you just let a tech handle it? I'll tell them to spray down the inside tonight."

"Soul, open your cockpit."

Soul was silent for a long time. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Maka."

Maka sighed. "Why not?"

Soul tilted his head towards the ceiling. "Uh. Well like….

"Soul."

"It's weird," Soul hissed.

"What is?"

"Having you… wipe my cockpit down. It's weird, alright."

"How so?"

"Well like…, it's like…" Soul groaned and his body groaned as he fidgeted around. "Like, you know when you get a hair cut, and they wash your hair for ya? And it's nice and whatever?"

"…Yes?"

"Well getting my armour cleaned is a lot like that."

Maka shook her head. "I'm still not seeing what is wrong?"

"Well after they wash your hair they don't take of your clothes and wash your body too, do they?" Soul grumbled. "Because that would be weird or whatever."

Maka blinked. Then she blinked again. Then her face lit up a bright crimson. "Oh… it's like… that?"

"Yeah, it's like… that," Soul said. "So don't worry about it. I'll have a tech spray me down lat-"

"It's fine! "Maka said, suddenly very interested in pulling at loose thread on the towel. "I'm your Pilot, so it's... it is my responsibility to maintain your upkeep." She brought her head back up and nodded, putting on a stoic face that was easily betrayed by her brightly burning cheeks. "Now, lets' get you clean!"

And clean she did.

xXx

This is very silly, but I figured I would post it. I completely forgot I wrote it.

Sorry for the update 2 years late.