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[March 1] [Soul Eater] Counseling
Title: Counseling
Day/Theme: 1. love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself
Series: Soul Eater
Character/Pairing: Patty/Kid/Liz
Rating: G
Dammit.
Depressed.
Die.
The triple D's- so depressing these moments would be that he would slip and mope in an odd numbers. The only consolation in that was that “three” was symetrical folded vertically.
Sometimes, that consolation was the thing that detached him from the ground, sobbing. Most times he was nailed to the floor, banging his fist profusely. Father was no help to him:
“Now now you're going to dent the floor if you keep that up.”
Or.
“Why do you deny it? Your three-stripe hair is cute, Kid.”
In which Kid only pounded his fist with greater intensity and the triple D's yelled aloud seemed to shake the world.
X
The two girls jumped from the cutained dressing room, Liz making a model pose and Patty spinning on her toes before making a dramatic stop.
“How do you like our outfits?” They cheered.
Kid smiled open mouth, raising his hands to clap- then- stopped- - -
“You two. . .your clothes don't compliment each other, and your hair, your height. . .” His smile twitched.
“What do you expect? Me to shrink or Patty to get a growth spurt?” Liz retorted. “And besides. . .what about you. . .you mentioned our hair what about your hair?” The the triumphant smirk, as soon as it appeared it erased.
“Dammit. Depressed. Die.” The two girls heard the triple D's for the first time. They knew he was neurotic but not at this level.
Patty giggled, unfazed while Liz gaped and wondered if maybe if they waited it out. . .but five minutes later Kid didn't straighten up. If he was at it for this long already he would take almost as long as his usual routines.
“K-Kid. . .” Liz began. “That was riddiculous of me to bring up. I mean. . .you're gonna be the God of Death. Who cares about what The God of Death's Hair looks like.”
“Everyone! I'll swoop in and my enemies won't take me serious- who would take a shinigami whose hair is geneticly off, not to mention my allies wouldn't have faith in me. Who would have faith in someone so---SNIFF- imperfect!” He spat out the words like a bad taste in his mouth and pounded and pounded the floor relentlessly.
Still, Liz persisted, if a little awkward at the consolation. At least Patty was a natural at it, even if her words didn't make sense and there was amusement in her voice when sympathy should be in place.
It took them hours for their words to move Kid, and an hour more to lure his confidence all the way to his feet.
The routine persisted, it annoyed them both- Patty found it bemusing. Sometimes Liz wondered if the girl was encouraging the boy's behavior.
Whatever her sister's intention, she was a huge help every time in counseling Kid, what took hours before took an hour, and then a quarter, a half, and finally a matter of minutes.
He was thankful for the girls- even if they were not perfectly symmetrical. . .
. . .Yet.
Day/Theme: 1. love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself
Series: Soul Eater
Character/Pairing: Patty/Kid/Liz
Rating: G
Dammit.
Depressed.
Die.
The triple D's- so depressing these moments would be that he would slip and mope in an odd numbers. The only consolation in that was that “three” was symetrical folded vertically.
Sometimes, that consolation was the thing that detached him from the ground, sobbing. Most times he was nailed to the floor, banging his fist profusely. Father was no help to him:
“Now now you're going to dent the floor if you keep that up.”
Or.
“Why do you deny it? Your three-stripe hair is cute, Kid.”
In which Kid only pounded his fist with greater intensity and the triple D's yelled aloud seemed to shake the world.
X
The two girls jumped from the cutained dressing room, Liz making a model pose and Patty spinning on her toes before making a dramatic stop.
“How do you like our outfits?” They cheered.
Kid smiled open mouth, raising his hands to clap- then- stopped- - -
“You two. . .your clothes don't compliment each other, and your hair, your height. . .” His smile twitched.
“What do you expect? Me to shrink or Patty to get a growth spurt?” Liz retorted. “And besides. . .what about you. . .you mentioned our hair what about your hair?” The the triumphant smirk, as soon as it appeared it erased.
“Dammit. Depressed. Die.” The two girls heard the triple D's for the first time. They knew he was neurotic but not at this level.
Patty giggled, unfazed while Liz gaped and wondered if maybe if they waited it out. . .but five minutes later Kid didn't straighten up. If he was at it for this long already he would take almost as long as his usual routines.
“K-Kid. . .” Liz began. “That was riddiculous of me to bring up. I mean. . .you're gonna be the God of Death. Who cares about what The God of Death's Hair looks like.”
“Everyone! I'll swoop in and my enemies won't take me serious- who would take a shinigami whose hair is geneticly off, not to mention my allies wouldn't have faith in me. Who would have faith in someone so---SNIFF- imperfect!” He spat out the words like a bad taste in his mouth and pounded and pounded the floor relentlessly.
Still, Liz persisted, if a little awkward at the consolation. At least Patty was a natural at it, even if her words didn't make sense and there was amusement in her voice when sympathy should be in place.
It took them hours for their words to move Kid, and an hour more to lure his confidence all the way to his feet.
The routine persisted, it annoyed them both- Patty found it bemusing. Sometimes Liz wondered if the girl was encouraging the boy's behavior.
Whatever her sister's intention, she was a huge help every time in counseling Kid, what took hours before took an hour, and then a quarter, a half, and finally a matter of minutes.
He was thankful for the girls- even if they were not perfectly symmetrical. . .
. . .Yet.