#hiraethidity

❛  H-hey, Kyoko-chan? This might sound a little silly but.. ❜

Madoka was trying to figure out how to word things ; she wasn’t too sure on if it would sound TOO silly or just flat out weird. Either way , a small smile appeared on her lips.

❛  I know we don’t  hang out as much as you and Sayaka-chan do. But I want to let you know that.. I wanna help you out , too! If whenever I can.. and not just with witch fighting! I want to help bring you hope when you’re sad.  ❜

URL | @hiraethidity

My Opinion on;

Character in general: Kyoko! Baby Kyoko I love her so fuckin much okay? Like she and her little sharp tooth makes my day. I love the color red so she was def going to be an instant fave of mine.How they play them: I love all takes on the girls I can’t wait to get to know this version of Kyoko better tho.The Mun: They are very nice to me I can be sure of that. I don’t remember any full conversations but that is a-okay.

Do I:

RP with them: YesWant to RP with them: I need them to interact more omg

What is my;

thin lips part at the words, head tilting to look at the other properly for a long moment.  it’s an interesting take at the topic, certainly not the one he’d been expecting, but not wrong.  it does nothing to loosen the tight feeling in his chest, however, gaze dropping away as his tongue brushes thoughtfully over his lower lip. 

“Oh! I found this new place that just opened up! Would you like to go with me? It will be my treat.”

The golden haired teen pressed her hands together as she asked her friend to join her in an evening out together. She adored having the red haired gal with her. She was so feisty and it really helped her find her own as well.

“ oh, so you thought you were so clever, weren’t you? ” the angel speaks, wings wide open, a mocking laughter escaping his bloodied lips. the believers of his cheered in joy, but their words sounds so hollow like puppets that were brought to life. “ you can’t defeat me on your own, and you should have been aware of that. ”

he walks closer to where she’s laying, and he leans forward, a hand put upon his chest. faux pity is on his face, but yet he makes no move to kill. “ but i commend you for trying. ” he lets out a hum, and puts his hands behind his back.

               “I’m sorry.”  It’s really all he can offer up: what more is he supposed to say? Looking at the scattered food on the ground, the direct cause of his inability to pay attention, he genuinely feels guilty for having been so lost in thought. His stoic expression may make it seem otherwise, but he’s bothered. Out in public, at night, and he still does this. He’s not sure what goes on in his head, sometimes. At least running into poles didn’t harm other people.  “I can replace all of this.”  He bends down to start picking up what he can, even though it’s a pretty futile effort.  “Maybe some of it can be salvaged...”

    ❝ I don’t know what you think I am, but I promise you I am not--! ❞

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