❝ ｎｏｔ ｙｅｔ ❞

“My words, if it isn’t kyouko! what a pleasant surprise. I was beginning to think that you were dead.” honestly, she was a bit baffled to see the redhead still standing, given how prone she was to getting in trouble.

“If I may, just what are you doing out in the rain?” kneeling down, with an umbrella in hand, homura softens her usual dreary eyes. she doesn’t usually bother herself with such trivial matters. outside of madoka, everyone else just seemed insignificant. 

“my, and just where do you think you’re going?” she dangles the rodent without restraint -- swaying them back and forth in a teasing, yet unpleasant manner. 

ok but imAGinE

homu: madoka we’re adopting this child

madoka: wha

homu: she’s our now

madoka: but --

“Sorry, nobody’s here.” lying before the demon, she quickly retreats back to her layers of blanket. it wasn’t so much intended to be convincing, but it should at least give a hint that she wasn’t accepting guests at the moment. 

"...How do I do this?"

"Woah! This is way harder than it looks!"

"Oof! That's the seventh time I have fallen on my face today."

"Just take it easy and glide."

"Look at that, you're starting to get the hang of it!"

"Hey, look! I'm getting the hang of it!"

"Wow.. You're so good at figure skating!"

"Do you think I could do this in the Olympics one day?"

"This is actually pretty relaxing when you figure it out."

"...Were you watching me skate this entire time?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare! B-but you... You are really good at ice skating!"

"I know this takes a lot of practice, but can you teach me how to skate like you do?"