"Maka! Where's my sheet music?" Soul called from his room. The room had been turned upside-down in his খুঁজুন for the scraps of paper he'd written his new song on.
"What does it look like?" Maka asked, peeking her head into the doorway. A few প্রবন্ধ of clothing were thrown into her face as Soul searched frantically in his closet.
"Scraps of paper, napkins, paper bags, all with সঙ্গীত written on them!" he answered angrily. He gingerly picked up a moldy স্যান্ডউইচ from within the black hole he called a closet. "Found my snack from last week…"
Maka rolled her eyes at him. He'd thrown a hissy-fit...