"Have you been making a lot of timestop road-trips?" you ask, licking your Banananana-flavored ice-cream.
"Not a lot, no."
"So how many?"
"...Two."
"You get any good loot?"
"...Yes."
"Cool."
A minute passes in silence, the two of you simply strolling along and eating your ice-cream, before you decide to ask a question that's been bugging you. "So, how much
do you know about being a magical girl? Because you're a lot more competent than I'd expect a newbie to be. And you can't have more than a week's experience, because last time I talked to you on the phone you were still all moe and stuff. So...?"
Homura stops walking, and you stop a step later. Your sister stands there, staring at you silently for an uncomfortably long time. After a full three minutes of maintaining eye contact, you quirk an eyebrow. Homura frowns. You raise your other eyebrow as well. She sighs slightly. You quirk your mouth. Her eyebrows draw a bit closer together.
"If you don't want to tell me you can jut say tha-" you start, before Homura cuts you off. "I'm from the future."
You blink. "Oh."
[ ] "...What happened?"
[ ] "How far in the future?"
[ ] "...Where's your eyepatch?"
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