Soul Eater, Maka/Chrona, Ragnarok
*It's cracktastic! ...Chrona's gender wasn't specified so I tried to keep it neutral.*
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“Well shit.” Head quirked curiously, Ragnarok observed the tangle of their nude bodies with a snicker. “You guys really suck at this, don’t you?”
Chrona choked, attempting to shush the weapon into silence as Maka let out a shriek of rage.
“Damn it, Ragnarok!” Lofting the nearest object she could find - which, sadly, was just a pillow and wouldn’t nearly do enough damage for her satisfaction - Maka attempted a variation of a bookless Maka Chop.
Only to wind up smacking Chrona, who was just a bit too slow at the dodge, in the face.
“Ow,” rubbing a sore nose, Chrona looked plaintively at the enraged meister. “Maka...You hit me.”
“Geeze, tiny tits, your aim sucks too.” Ragnarok crowed, tucked behind the safety of Chrona’s back. “Plus just think, if you beat up the pansy how are you going to get lai-”
“R-Ragnarok!” Chrona sputtered, cheeks colored with a scandalized flush as Maka’s face turned red for an entirely different reason.
“My aim doesn’t suck! You’re just a cowardly bastard!” She thrust an accusing finger at the weapon. “Plus, for your information, it didn’t suck! It was damn good! And I don’t see you doing any better you stupid, stupid parasite.”
“Maka!” Chrona flushed again, looking just a tiny bit pleased, before going back to trying to play the peacemaker. Hands raised placatingly towards the bickering parties. “Really, both of you, don’t argue.”
As might have been expected, Chrona was ignored.
“Oh really?” Ragnarok’s smirk widened wickedly, tongue lolling as he stared down the girl challengingly. Grabbing one of Chrona’s wrists, he taunted. “I bet I could do loads better than you.”
Green eyes blazing, Maka grabbed Chrona’s other wrist.“Your on.”