soul evans the eater ↔ stand pridely by your meal

There's this substance that's black, hey. It happens to live inside some people, hey! It's black blood and can do a lot of shit, yeah. It can also drive you quite insane, note that.

Lingering affects are easy dealing with them is hard - there was no way they were letting him leave the infirmary there was no way he was kicking back and sticking around there. Go home go home the mantra in his head, and they've come full circle really, from one stupidity to another.

Can't get there, gotta rest. Can't get there, hurts like shit. Soul can choose to sit on the sidewalk just fine. It's awesome. Almost as great as where he just was!

Sanity, it's good to be back.

It's the third day of visiting the place they like to call his home and that's three damn days too many. He'd give up all the souls he's eaten to get to go back to what really is his home, the apartment with Maka an' Blair and the city with all of his friends, but thats just not happening.

He feels worse that Crona is stuck here, too, with all the snobby aristocrats, his creepy-ass grandmother, and just one good guy out of the whole lot. At least Wes is trying his best to keep Crona occupied away from the rest of 'em. But Wes also had connections and friends here, something that Soul never got.

Ringing sound of pathetic, eh?

But it's real early morning (enough to require jackets and blankets too), so Soul dragged Crona out of bed with only a little remorse, because that means he can see him alone. Just gotta get in that treehouse and they're all set, yeah?

Still stable after all those years!

[note: this is soul with char borrowing this journal. not the default player.]

Oh well. That went. Okay it went horribly but THINGS COULD BE WORSE.

So Soul walks, maybe limps, but he's fine, all in all, and he's still excited-- that took the edge off of most of it, actually-- about Crona. So, of course, the best thing to do is, next day, when school's closing and the floods of students are going out, to hang back, send Maka to her studying, and wait up for Crona.

When he sees her, he figures... he'll go ahead and grab her hand, just being comforting, then pass a smile, confident and cocky as ever. Anything was worth bearing for this, after all.

Soul's supposed to be doin' a lot of things now. He's supposed to be working on his homework and actually getting it done for once. He's supposed to be makin' dinner for when Crona comes over sooner or later. Then there's that stupid chore list Maka left him with 'coz he lost a bet with her.

He's not really doing any of that. He'd stuck one of his brother's recordings on the turnstile and crashed on the couch with some 'required reading', but ended up falling asleep with the book as a lightshield for his face, rather than something even being read.

....oops?

Really now, whatever had he been doing last night to leave him so tired?