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Soul isn't having a very good day. She received bad news from home in the morning, something which ruined everything to come. A comedy of errors at lunch had led to her not having anything to eat, which enforced the bad feelings. Later on at basketball, Black*Star had decided to tease her for being a girl, something which hasn't upset her since she was twelve. However, since she was already in low spirits, she powwed him right on the nose and got a scuffle in return. He didn't actually care if she was a girl; when it came down to it, he'd beat her up all the same.

Soul opens the door to the apartment very gingerly, wanting to try to sneak in without alerting her roommate. She knows if Maka sees the state that she's in, she'll get yelled at and booked to the head and all sorts of things. Not an enjoyable experience to cap off that already terrible day.

Sneak in, sneak in, channel Tsubaki and be a ninja because she's the coolest and Soul's cool too.

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"Isn't there always?" Soul snorts at herself as she says this. Really, her mind was always filled with useless things. Useless feelings and useless thoughts and none of it ever stacked up to get her what she wanted. "It's like a tidal wave in here." She swirls her finger around. "Pshew."

She huffs something that might be a laugh out of her nose. She doesn't ever laugh fully when Soul puts herself down, but the scythe is clearly trying to be funny here. Maybe she's deflecting, too.

It isn't like Maka doesn't know how busy of a place Soul's mind can be, but the answer is still a non-answer. "If there's something you need from me, I'd rather you ask. I'm your meister and your friend. I want to help, if you need help."

Her turn to be a sap, apparently.

"I dunno if I need help exactly." No, she needs serious help, mental help. She can't say that out loud without Maka getting pissy, though. "I just..." Soul trails off and finally looks at Maka again. "You ever like someone? You know, in that way?"

Maka's smile is soft and she shrugs a shoulder. Okay, maybe her hardheaded weapon partner doesn't want help, but her point still stands. She holds onto patience, waiting for Soul to get the thought she wants to say under control.

And immediately regrets. "Romance isn't really my thing, you know that, Soul." She tries to not resent the question. "Boys aren't worth it. Why would you ask that?

She doesn't even make the connection that the last thought they talked about was her.

"Who said anything about boys?" Soul looks a little exasperated and sighs. "Boys are stupid, they're all like Black*Star or Ox and that's really annoying, or they're neurotic like Kid and I couldn't handle that, I'm too neurotic myself. I'd maybe date Kilik but he's not even hot."

She's rolling on a tangent now and there's no stopping her.

"No boy is hot." Soul makes another motion with her hands, one that sort of curves as she moves her hand up and down. "They don't have the right shapes. They're too hard in their muscles. And that thing between their legs... eww! Black*Star made me look once, it was really gross and Liz said they move on their own and why the hell would anyone want to touch that?"

No, Soul does not like boys at all.

"Oh..." Maka guesses she said something about boys. She watches the rant unfold, confused and fascinated. On many points, Soul isn't wrong. Her guy friends are great, but they are still gross boys.

She can't get in a word edgewise, and she isn't even sure what it would be if she did. None of this makes a bit of goddamn sense to her. The movements Soul makes with her hands suggest a curvy feminine body and that ignites something angry in her. The stupid boob thing again, ugh.

But there's something else for her to focus on. "Black*Star did what?!" That is sexual harrassment! Maka is furious and she will kick his ass if Soul gives her the green light.

"Yeah, he flashed me." Soul doesn't notice that Maka's furious for a moment, so wrapped up is she in ranting. "I ran into a guy in a trenchcoat on the street and the dude was all 'look at me!' and opened his coat and I was all pissed and Black*Star said he could show me something better so he dropped trough and said his was greatest so it should make me feel better and I kicked him in the nuts with my shoe on and that's why he sang falsetto for a week."

She pauses and Maka's anger registers now. Finally taking a breath, Soul gives her an apologetic grin. "You can kick him too if you want."

Maka's face just keeps screwing farther and farther into a look of rage and horror. Her poor weapon got flashed twice. She rubs at her face and groans.

"The worst part is I can see him doing exactly that." That phrasing and everything. Gross. "I'm glad you kicked him, though," she laughs, flashing an encouraging smirk at Soul. That's her girl. "I will probably kick him next time I see him. If I don't get over my fury before then."

She won't get over her fury before then.

Yeah, Soul has no illusions that Maka will get over it until she's made Black*Star pay. Part of her feels bad for him but the other part feels complimented that justice is being served on her behalf. "He won't even see it coming."

She shakes her head and laughs. "But yeah, that woulda put me off boys if I hadn't thought sour of them already."

Feel a little bad for him, because Maka kicks are a force of nature, but also don't because he totally brought it on himself. By being a total creep.

"No kidding. Ew." There will never be enough ew. She will never be able to respect Black*Star again. "So... wait." Maka is dumb about romance, but she is observant and clever, at least. This is turning out to be a bad combination for her right now. "You were asking me about... crushes... but you also think boys are pointless, so, why?"

She blinks. By the sound of it Maka hasn't put it together yet, and that's kind of weird - Soul's not being anything but obvious about her sexuality right now. But then, Maka's never been all that up and up about romance.

"I'm not into boys," Soul says. "Boys are dumb, girls are smart. Boys are ugly, girls are pretty. Boys drool, girls rule. Get the picture?"

For a very smart girl, Maka is very stupid about romance and sexuality. Hints are not going to get you anywhere, no matter how obvious they are. She thinks about it too little, other than harping on how men just can't be loyal, and just takes what popular culture feeds her at face value because she has no reason to question it.

It shouldn't be too much of a challenge to convince her it's all garbage, though, at least.

A confused realization does start to dawn on her. "You... like a girl?" Gold fucking star, Maka. "That's a thing you can do?"

"Of course that's a thing you can do. You can like anyone you want, just as long as you don't like, go out and try to kiss a skunk." Does Soul mean metaphorically or literally? Who knows.

"Some people think girls are cute and nice but that's all," she says and subconsciously leans in a little. "But others think they're cute and nice and perfect and want to like, do romance stuff with them." She's not even going to talk about the dirty stuff, the idea alone makes her face go red.

Maka is torn halfway between a thoughtful 'huh' and a disgusted 'humph'. She sort of assumes Soul means metaphorically... but she could be wrong. It wouldn't even be the first time in the last ten minutes. Not a good track record for Albarn tonight.

She feels stupid. She hates feeling stupid. It isn't as if this is something she can argue about though. Even stubborn Maka knows she can't try to deny that there are.. girls who like girls. All she can do is be embarrassed that this is apparently obvious information that she didn't have.

Why is her face heating up and why is Soul so close and why does it make her thoughts go all spinning around and whizzing out of her ears?

"W-who has time for romance anyway?" She's suddenly finding it a lot harder to look for her usual excuses and complaints about romance, when it isn't about boys. There are... a lot fewer things to be disgusted about romance, when one takes 'men' out of the equation, actually. She blushes darker.

"Anyone can make time for romance if they really want to," Soul says. "It's just a matter of finding someone who inspires you." She studies Maka's face and finds it very hard to repress a smile. "Why are you blushing?" Does Maka find the idea of liking girls to be appealing or just embarrassing? Soul hopes not the latter. That would be a let down in more ways than one, though she'd never admit such a thing.

Maka opens her mouth to retort, again to find that her usual complaints don't seem to apply anymore. Who would want to make time for a man who would inevitably be unfaithful? Well, if it isn't a man, then... Maka had always lived under the assumption that she had the power to make time for something worth prioritizing. School, reading, music, meister practice, even friends.

She'd never imagined herself putting the time into romance. But she had also never imagined romance happening with a girl.

"I'm not." Yep, good old-fashioned petulant denial. That'll get her far. Maka puffs her cheeks a bit and crosses her arms. "Why are you bringing all this up anyway? I'm not exactly the love guru."

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