( she finishes up typing up what he wants on his pizza and subconsciously starts working on soul's when... she realizes that soul isn't here. maka stops typing for a minute, stares at the computer animated pizza she created before deleting. )
The Landlord chooses who stays and who goes. Soul was here but went back home, I guess. And that's great. I'm glad he went home and all - I just... miss him, too. Meisters and Weapons aren't supposed to be separated like this.
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( maka reaches over to grab her laptop and begins to go to the pizza website to order their pizza online. )
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[They've probably had this conversation a billion times.]
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Yeah, I'm alright. -- Anyway, the pizza will be ready in fifteen to twenty minutes according to this tracker.
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Don't know anything about that.
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[Just saying.]
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