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Sloth [slawth or slohth]-noun: habitual disinclination to exertion; indolence; laziness.
She really hated it when Soul laid around and did nothing, especially when he could be studying or training or making dinner (it was his night to cook after all). Maka won't say anything though because seeing him peacefully lounging around made her feel okay because he's still alive and she's still his partner. It works out in the end.
Maka rumbled around in the kitchen, preparing some spaghetti, since it was his favorite. It was also one of the easiest things to make, especially on a lazy and cool night like tonight. She was almost done making it when Soul's groggy voice echoed through their small apartment, "Maka," he began, drawing out her name, "when's dinner going to be ready. I'm starving."
She could only smile, "It's almost done, though it was your night to cook," she mentioned in her response.
"Oh shit, dammit. Sorry Maka, I'll make dinner tomorrow night. I promise," Soul said as he dragged himself out to the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her from behind as he rested his head on her shoulder, "Though I do like it a lot when you cook."
Maka wiggled out of his grasp and brought the food to their small, bar styled table. She sat the spaghetti noodles in the center with the sauce bowl on its right and small meatballs- that she made from a box- on its left. Soul slowly (but not too slowly, he was starving after all) made his way to the table and flopped himself into his normal stool. Maka smiled, once again, as he began to lazily throw food onto his plate, a goofy grin on his face as he looked happily at the feast before him.
She may have really hated it when Soul laid around, but Maka loved to make him happy and she loved spaghetti night.
A/N: I know it's wicked short, and I'm sorry, but I just couldn't expand it much further. So I've decided to post an extra chapter or two with it.