It was still very odd to be approached by those that held the face of the person in heart && the one whose will Kyoko carried ever since that day... Sometimes, she really didn’t know how to feel about occasions like this. In the sense that part of it was followed by a lingering sense of numbness.
The click of boots alerts the lancer’s presence fairly easy before stopping by Sayaka’s side, making some distance between them. Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her jacket, biting down on the pocky stick hanging from her mouth. Not like anything would change the fact she almost always had food...
“Y’said you wanted to take me somewhere -- right? Or did I get that wrong?
Well, I’m here now anyway... so we better do something now, huh?”