Maka Albarn

Maka does not like anything that is going on right now. Not at all. She'd been having a very lovely vacation with Soul - impromptu for both of them, but it had been deemed absolutely necessary in her mind. Too much stress lately and too many things to cope with. Crona is not the only one to need to say 'I can't deal with this' sometimes.

Maka had been feeling a blowout approaching in her head and she knew Soul had been even closer to it, so she grabbed him and ran off to London. And it had been great so far! Well, almost so far. Because they'd just been arguing their heads off on the internet. Because it's easier to type into a phone than talk to someone who's nearby.

That's just the MO sometimes. But today Maka could not take it and it got pretty bad, so she ran off. Well, kind of. If 'locking oneself in a hotel room's bathroom' counts as running off. Because that's what she's done. She even flung the phone off while doing it, because her brain said "if I don't have access to the plurk, we can't fight anymore."

That doesn't really work if you're in the same place anyway. She can't block voice by flinging a phone. She can't stop him from following just by locking a door. All Maka can do is sit in there and ignore him, back against the door as she tries not to cry.

Because cool girls just don't cry.