Soul ran his left hand through his tousled locks of white hair and stared at his daughter, Mary. “You could at least try to eat,” he said. He shook his head, moving the bowl of cereal away from his body. “I ate nothing but horrible cornflakes for three days!” she exclaimed, pouting. Soul rested his head on the table and sighed. “Just wait until dad gets paid in a couple of days, then we can get you more food. Until then, you're stuck with this. Sorry," he said. And he really was. There was no telling how much money he might spend on food this time. Maybe I could go for food stamps, he thought, considering it for a moment. Mary groaned and took a spoonful of that soggy stuff in the merciless mouth. Forced every last morsel into her body until it was all gone before jumping out of the high chair and waddling towards her room. Soul stared at the place she was sitting before and sighed go out with me…? Hmm… He sat thinking for a long time until he fell asleep, collapsing on the table and snoring until Mary woke him up. “It's time for school, Dad,” he said in a soft voice with a start, a piece of paper stuck to her face wet with drool. Mary grimaced in disgust and walked past him to put on her shoes. Soul suddenly began to panic when she realized how terrible it must feel to go out audience with an undoubtedly tall appearance was probably the least beautiful thing he could think of. It wasn't Mary's fault, of course... She ran a hand through her thick, now greasy hair and sighed. Bags formed under his eyes and he stood up to lift Mary into her car seat. “Maybe I shouldn't go to school with you today,” Soul said… in the middle of the paper… no problem.” Maka blushed and looked away, fearful of how long the awkward nap time was. Soul relaxed and relaxed until it was time to take Mary home. He told her the news of the appointment and she got all excited. His eyes sparkled and he liked it when they did that. So he picked her up, turned her around, laughing, and put her back down. It would be two long days before their date. Maka sat at the dining table of her small apartment that she only shared with a cat. She thought about how she had agreed to go on a date with a stranger, but after worrying for about an hour, she thought that if he were a rapist, he would have raped her already. Also, rapists don't make good fathers. So yes. That was his test. He went to bed and allowed himself one more thought about how sexy - yes, that's the word for it - Soul was..