Can't Think of A Title prt1*I think it would be good for u tho kno this is a CroMa fanfiction and Crona is without a doubt of the male persuasion*The sun was high in the sky, laughing into the distance. The blue background complimented by curled, white clouds. It was one of those days when the wind is just right and the heat is perfect, and even though you normally sit inside and stick you're nose in a book the day is too nice to go to waste. It was two in the afternoon, and Crona was on his way to Maka Albarn's tiny apartment in Death City to meet for a game of basketball. He'd played it only twice before, and to be truthful, he sucked. But he still had fun because