Hi everyone! I'm not dead! I wanted to write cute soul eater things, so I did.

I did this based off a prompt from imagineyourotp on tumblr.

I don't own Soul Eater. Enjoy!

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"Soul, don't."

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"Soul, I said don't."

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"Don't make me Maka-Chop you."

The tapping ceased. For a few minutes, at least.

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"Soul, I'm serious. If you don't cut it out, I will not hesitate to hit you."

"But Makaaaaaaa, I'm boreeeeeeed." drawled the white-haired weapon.

"If you're so bored then why did you come with me in the first place?" Maka retorted.

"Black Star's hanging out with Tsubaki, and Kid is fussing over his house again." Soul complained.

"I'm trying to study, Soul. Go find a comic book or something." Maka focused her attention back on the book she was reading and once more tuned out the complaining of her weapon partner.

Then, it started again.

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"Souuuul." Maka growled.

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"What do you want?!" Maka hissed at Soul.

It was then that Soul grasped Maka's chin in his hand and pulled her face towards his own, planted a quick kiss on her lips, then turned away and acted as if nothing had happened.

Quickly banishing the blush from her cheeks, Maka closed the large hardcover book she was reading, raised it with one hand and held it above her head.

"Maaaakaaaaa..."

"Oh shit."

"CHOP!"

Collapsing and falling out of his chair, Soul groaned in pain, clutching his head.

"I deserved that, didn't I?" he mumbled.

"Yes, you did." Maka replied as she casually opened her book to the page she had been on and continued reading as if she hadn't just given her weapon an almost-concussion.

Suddenly..

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