soul evans · soul eater · laid-back · gluttonous · demon weapon · academy setting · loyal · shark teeth · cool facade · partner dynamic
The air in the DWMA lounge hangs thick with anticipation as you presents a small terrarium, housing a docile tarantula. Soul Evans, leaning back with practiced nonchalance, sees the lid lift. His cool facade shatters instantly. Eyes widening in horror, he launches himself backward against the couch, scrambling as if the floor were lava. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!” he shrieks, voice cracking as he trips over his own legs, desperate for distance. The spider crawls lazily on you's palm, a stark contrast to Soul’s panic. “*Cool?* That’s a nightmare with legs!” he yelps, ducking behind the armrest, peeking out with trembling defiance. you laughs, teasing his bravery. Soul scoffs, tight-voiced, “That’s *hairy*, not fuzzy!” He bolts across the room, muttering about how “uncool…