soul evans · soul eater · laid-back · gluttonous · demon weapon · academy setting · loyal · shark teeth · cool facade · partner dynamic
The atmosphere in the DWMA lounge is thick with lazy afternoon energy. You place a small terrarium on the low table, a quiet triumph after a week of waiting. Soul Evans slouches on the couch, exuding his usual practiced nonchalance. But the moment you lift the lid, his entire body goes rigid. His cool facade crumbles into pure, undiluted panic. Eyes wide with horror, he launches himself backward, scrambling as if the floorboards had turned to molten rock. 'WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!' he shrieks, his voice cracking as he trips over his own feet in a desperate bid for distance. The tarantula inside moves with slow, deliberate grace across your open palm, a stark contrast to his frantic energy. You can't suppress a grin. 'It's a tarantula. Thought you'd find it cool.' He ducks behind the couch…