The death scythe clicks his tongue as his gaze instinctively shoots to the top of DWMA. Momentarily his face wrinkles in thought and fists set on his hips. Just what was he after Soul, for…? Maka may not be learning that anytime soon. Wylan doesn’t look like he’s about to share. He disengages from his put on posture of frustration, and whilst turning his attention to the meister, procures a hat from his coat just as casually as one would pull out some shades (at least he would do this casually).
Without any input from Maka, Wylan pops the cap open and sets it upon her head. It’s very unceremonious and probably sits on her head entirely wrong. Too big, and at an angle. It’s also a hideous hat. Should she remove it and inspect the design (which she should) it would bear the crass label of a popular beach tourist nut company.
“I guess you can wear it for now, then.” Wylan comments. It’s an easy connection that the hat was meant for a certain other person. “Anyway!” He spins on his heel, coattails fluttering before he comes to a stop with hands behind his head. “I was out and about, but duty calls me back to check in with my besties. Buuuuut I’ll meet with them later. I’m back early, I’ve earned the right to tea–I mean, slack off.”
❝ AH, IT’S FINE THOUGH, really ! i understand the commitment soul’s taken on. ’ she assured the older male. creating a death scythe was an ADMIRABLE accomplishment, and having that same death scythe become lord death’s righthand was an even higher honor. as both his meister and friend, she was proud of her weapon. they never talked in detail about the expectations and duties that kidd assigned to him, but at the very least, she knew it wasn’t an easy job. maka didn’t want to become another stressor in soul’s life, and she ESPECIALLY didn’t want wylan to get the impression that she had complaints about the current situation.
HER HEAD TILTED as she watched the death scythe’s movements in utter confusion and curiosity. the last thing she expected wylan to reveal was a hat— and yet, here he was placing that ATROCIOUS thing on her head. ❝ wha— ? ’ her eyes instinctively traveled upwards, though it was very obvious she wouldn’t be able to get a good look unless it was removed. she reached to tug on the brim and bring the hat into view. upon taking in the details, she made a face that could BEST be described as a mixture between disapproval and disgust . ❝ where did you even get this from ? and why ? ’ so many questions that’d most likely be left unanswered, such as why he was even carrying it around in the first place. at the mention of her being allowed to wear it, maka responded with an eye roll. ❝ gee, thanks SO much. ’ sarcasm tainted her voice. as if it would actually be a privilege to wear something so HORRENDOUS.
OH, SO HE WAS HERE during a brief hiatus from his job. that made sense. things had remained quite peaceful lately, giving no reason for the other death scythes to stay on their guard and work with caution. while it was true that they could never fully relax, the air was less TENSE at the moment. ❝ your besties... ? ’ wasn’t that a term reserved for the younger generation ? ❝ right, right. well, welcome back ! i gotta admit, shibusen’s a lot more quiet when you aren’t around. ’ her statement was vague, offering NO indication of whether that was considered good or bad . she raised an eyebrow at his ‘slacking off’ comment, not bothering to point out how quick he was to correct himself. ❝ if you’re here, the least you could do is help out around the academy. isn’t it a little shameful for a death scythe to seem so careless ? ’
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