![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Maka is sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed on her chair as she pours over her books for studying. It's obvious that no one is home, because if they were they would have stopped her from listening to really bad music. Something along the lines of this is playing. She's busy scribbling down notes and bouncing her head along to the music, clearly she's enjoying it. As the music gets louder and she gets more into it, she sets aside her books and stands up to start dancing...like anyone who is home alone. As the song ends she stretches and sighs.
Then embarrassment comes over her face and she leans over to see the device is on and blinking. Because she just knows she's going to hear some sort of grief over this. She basically looks like this. Nervously she laughs.]
So uh...anyone want to go training tomorrow?
Then embarrassment comes over her face and she leans over to see the device is on and blinking. Because she just knows she's going to hear some sort of grief over this. She basically looks like this. Nervously she laughs.]
So uh...anyone want to go training tomorrow?