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She set the plate in front of the spot he practically fell into and took a good look at him. He definitely looked tired, and pale, sick without a doubt. Her chest twisted painfully and her frown deepened with concern.
"I slept fine, I went to bed a little later than usual and overslept so toast is all I can do today." She half-lied. She didn’t want to tell him she had been worried about some odd feeling in their wavelength while he was in such a condition; it would only worry him and make him sicker. "How about you? Did you sleep well, you look exhausted." She poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat across from him.
Soul took a bite of the toast, ignoring how wrong it tasted. “I slept okay I guess. I think I ate something bad last night. Probably those week old cheetos.. Had a bit of an upset stomach.” Well he wasn’t..lying to her. He got up to get some water, choking down the rest of the food.
"Were you studying again? Sid said that test wasn’t going to be a big deal. Just a little reminder thing to see if we’re getting what’s being taught…"
"I know…" She said a little distractedly. "I was also doing some future assignments, getting a head start on next week’s work." She grabbed her bag and starting putting her things inside to get ready.
"You don’t have to go today… if you’re not feeling well, you know. I’m sure you could make up the test, and you could use the extra time to study." She half-teased, throwing him a cheeky little grin to hopefully perk him up.
She was beautiful to him, so he wondered why women always tried to hurt him. But he…
He nodded in agreement and sat next to her. He sighed and leaned back, his eyes growing heavy, how late was it? “Now…its your turn.” He said shutting his eyes “who are you? And what are those things and this place?”
She sighed in both exhaustion and concession and relaxed a little in her sitting position.
"My name is Maka. Maka Albarn. And this is Death City, or what’s left of it. I used to go to school here with my weapon partner Soul Eater where we fought… well those things," She gestured toward the door and the pre-kishin behind it. "They are called pre-kishins or kishin eggs because if they continue to collect the souls of the innocent they will grow into a full kishin, a demon god of madness and evil. We tried to prevent that by hunting them down and giving their souls to our weapon partners to make them more powerful. I was a scythemeister, Soul can transform into a scythe. I guess you can figure what went wrong here, a kishin named Asura took power and now all of Death City is a playground for him and other monsters like him. " She concluded and a deep breath.