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Someone Gizoogle all of Sabrina's dialogue in that entire section. And PhotoShop shutter glasses onto Mami.

Ha, Homura. Really, I suspect Walpurgisnacht will go down to a well-placed Dissoluzione Bianca or two. And won't that make Homura feel silly!
 
If Dissoluzione Bianca doesn't work against Wally for some reason, we can always support our allies by cleansing them.

By the way, is it possible for us to ask Mami if she can try making railguns using her ribbons?
 
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pantherasapiens said:
Someone Gizoogle all of Sabrina's dialogue in that entire section.
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You asked for it.
"Hi," you say, beaming at Mami as you set her down, keeping your arms around her shoulders.

Mami smiles back. "Um... Did something happen?"

"Fuck dat shit, not at all," you say. "I be just aiiight ta peep you, and, well, it feels like months since I last hugged you, biatch."

She laughs. "I missed you too, Sabrina," she says, warm and fond.

"Yeah," you say. "Yeah, I missed you, biatch. C'mon."

You tug Mami over to the benches and sit, Mami tucking herself beside you with a content sigh. This is nice. Just... relaxing like this.

Voices start to echo up the stairwell as the rest of your friends arrive - Sayaka first, bounding up the stairs with an eager smile on her face. "Hi, sempais~" she calls.

"Hi, Sayaka," you greet back, echoed by Mami.

Madoka, Homura, and Hitomi follow at a more leisurely pace, greeting you in turn.

"'morning, everyone!" you say, beaming around as they settle down on the benches, each producing their own lunchbox - except Hitomi, who accepts hers from Sayaka with an exasperated sigh. You pull yours out from your bag, laying it on your lap and flipping it open.

Sayaka, sitting on Madoka's left, leans forward to peer at your lunchbox. "Are those raspberries?"

"Yo ass be a raspberry," you counter, sticking your tongue out at her. "Want some?"

"What's that even supposed to mean?" Sayaka asks. "Trade you some watermelon for it?"

"Sure," you agree, swapping half your portion of fruit with Sayaka. "Mami?" You turn to your friend, and pass her some of the melon.

"Ah, thank you, Sabrina," Mami says, beaming at you and swapping back some of the raspberries to make up for it.

Madoka bumps her shoulder against Homura, sitting on her right. "Homura? You're quiet," she says.

Homura's expression softens a little. "Just... thinking," she says.

"Oh..." Madoka says. "Nothing bad, I hope?"

"No," the black haired girl says. "Not at all." Violet eyes flicker over to you for a moment, and then back to Madoka.

Hitomi giggles, tucking into her lunch with neat, dainty bites. "How have you been, Sabrina?"

You shrug, smiling as you start eating. Little octopus sausages again today, with some tofu and mine meat sauce on rice alongside some teriyaki tuna. "Not bad," you say. "Had a gangbangin' fairly productive, if buggin morning." And that's dangerous territory with Sayaka around, so you hasten to add, "I hunted a Witch, like a muthafucka."

Hitomi wrinkles her nose. "What is that like?"

"Well... My fuckin powers is kind of straight-up hella phat at fightin Witches, so..." you shrug. "I won't say dat shiznit was easy as fuck yo, but I gots a easier time than most magical girls, straight-up."

Mami nods in agreement, nudging you lightly with her elbow. "Witch fights can be utterly terrifying."

"They can," you agree, glancing at Sayaka.

Sayaka rocks back and forth. "But I'll have both of you with me later, right?" she asks, her serious expression nevertheless tinged by excitement. "And, um, Homura, if you can make it?"

Homura shrugs with a shoulder, slowly putting away her lunch with mechanical efficiency. "We'll see."

Undeterred, Sayaka grins at Homura. "Aw, c'mon. We'd be happy to have you along, right?"

"Right!" Mami agrees, nodding.

"We would, Homura," you affirm.

Homura's gaze cuts across to you for a moment. "Unfortunately, I will have an errand to run," she says. She almost sounds regretful.

"Ah, well," you say, giving her a quick smile. Probably something to do with stalking Madoka to make sure Kyuubey doesn't snipe her with a contract or some such. Which... well, you can see the reasoning behind that, certainly.

The conversation lapses into silence for a moment, before Sayaka strikes up a conversation with Madoka and Homura about their homework.

"Mmm," Mami hums, savouring some cod. "The fish is good, Sabrina."

"Oh psht, I just broiled it wit a lil' bit of sauce," you demur, waving off the compliment. "Actually, I be thinkin I used a lil' bit too much mirin."

"No, not at all. It's delicious!" she protests, smiling at you. "And I can't even say I had a hand in cooking this, this time."

"Eh," you say, shrugging. "Yo ass needed tha chill fo' realz. And dat shiznit was worth it, right?"

Mami shrugs, her smile undiminished.

You chuckle, waggling your chopsticks at her. "Don't give me that," you say.

"Give you what?" Mami asks, angelically innocent.

"Oh, I peep how tha fuck it is," you say, rolling your eyes. You shift a little to address everyone. "So! Do you hoes be thinkin I should git glasses?"

Your question is followed by a moment of faintly confused silence.

"... Do you need glasses, Sabrina?" Hitomi asks.

"Nooooo?" you say, holding your hand out to the side. A casual thought calls Grief to you, already moulding itself into a new shape before it slaps lightly into your hand. Squelching some sharp, inner voice of refusal, you drop the shutter shades onto your face and beam around at everyone.

Sayaka tries to hold in her laughter. She really does, one hand clamped over her mouth.

"Pffffftaahaahahaaaaahahahaaaa-"

The explosion of laughter sets off Madoka and Hitomi. The greenette giggles into her hand, polite and proper, while Madoka just laughs, loud and happy. Even Homura seems amused, a smile creeping onto her face and panicking in unfamiliar territory.

"No," Mami says, firmly removing the shades from your face despite the amused smile on her face.

"Yes," you insist, the shades melting into Grief that slips through Mami's fingers and reforms on your face.

"No," she says again, snatching at the shades.

"No?" you ask, shoulders slumping in disappointment.

"No," Mami says, poking you between your eyes.

This draws a fresh set of howls from Sayaka as she slaps at the bench, nearly spilling her lunch over the floor. "Oh my god you two-"

"Fine," you grumble. "Proper glasses?" With a flick of your hand, Grief obligingly forms a proper set of rimless glasses in the same deep purple as it always is. Without lenses, granted.

"A-ah, if you don't -snrt- need g-glasses," Madoka manages between giggles. "Why would y-you want them?"

You shrug. "Because they look cute!"

"You don't need the glasses," Mami says firmly, smiling at you. "You look just fine without them."

Madoka giggles.

"Fiiiiine," you grumble. "How about you, Mami?" You remove the glasses and poke them towards Mami, arms first.

Mami shakes her head, but obligingly puts them on.

"There," you say, nodding in satisfaction. "See?"

"Sabrina's -snrk- right," Sayaka offers, voice still bubbling with giggles. "You do look cute with glasses."

"Mmmhm!" you say, beaming at Mami. "Suits you, Mami."

Mami smiles uncertainly. "Well..." she says. "I really don't need spectacles..."

"They're just fashizzle accessories," you say, shrugging.

"Maybe?" Mami says, taking the glasses off and offering them back to you.

"Pass 'em around?" you suggest, nodding at the others.
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Now, if you want the full section put through gizoogle, that's where the real gut-busting comes in.
UbeOne said:
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You should have saved that for Snoop-brina.:V
 
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I have translated everything into Sabrina's native language.
Well. You've fuckloadz enough ta be cheerful about, straight-up, you muse as you absently direct tha Grief of yo' wings away yo. Had a sick rap wit yo' playas, n' you be thinkin you makin progress wit Oriko - or at least, you've sicced Kirika on her n' she goin ta make progress fo' realz. And Yuma is tha cutest thang.
Exactly on cue, tha school bell rings fo' realz. A moment of bated breath, n' a cold-ass lil chant echoed a thugged-out dozen times over up in a thugged-out dozen different classrooms -Rise biaaatch! Bow!- n' then a explosion of noise as tha hustlas is finally busted out ta spill up tha fuck into tha corridors.
Therez yo' playas, Sayaka n' Homura struttin a space apart wit tha shade of Grief thatz probably Madoka between dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Yo ass can't sense Hitomi yo, but thatz not surprisin fo' realz. And there she is, a funky-ass bright, glowin presence dopplerin on even yo' Grief sense, disdainin tha elevator ta take tha stairs fo' realz. Bout three at a time wit a funky-ass bust a nut on of enhanced strength, if you any judge.
Yo ass is up n' movin towardz tha stair lobby just up in time fo' Mami ta step tha fuck up fo' realz. And three steps later, you hook up her halfway, catchin her up in a spinnin hug.
"Hi," you say, beamin at Mami as you set her down, keepin yo' arms round her shoulders.
Mami smilez back. "Um... Did suttin' happen?"
"Fuck dat shit, not at all," you say. "I be just aiiight ta peep you, and, well, it feels like months since I last hugged you, biatch."
Bitch laughs. "I missed you too, Sabrina," her big-ass booty says, warm n' fond.
"Yeah," you say. "Yeah, I missed you, biatch. C'mon."
Yo ass tug Mami over ta tha benches n' sit, Mami tuckin her muthafuckin ass beside you wit a cold-ass lil content sigh. This is sick. Just... chillaxin like dis y'all.
Voices start ta echo up tha stairwell as tha rest of yo' playaz arrive - Sayaka first, boundin up tha stairs wit a eager smile on her face. "Yea muthafucka, sempais~" dat thugged-out biiiatch calls.
"Yea muthafucka, Sayaka," you greet back, echoed by Mami.
Madoka, Homura, n' Hitomi follow at a mo' leisurely pace, greetin you up in turn.
"'morning, everyone!" you say, beamin round as they settle down on tha benches, each producin they own lunchbox - except Hitomi, whoz ass accepts hers from Sayaka wit a exasperated sigh. Yo ass pull yours up from yo' bag, layin it on yo' lap n' flippin it open.
Sayaka, chillin on Madokaz left, leans forward ta peer at yo' lunchbox. "Is dem raspberries?"
"Yo ass be a raspberry," you counter, stickin yo' tongue up at her n' shit. "Want some?"
"Whatz dat even supposed ta mean?" Sayaka asks. "Trade you some watermelon fo' it?"
"Sure," you agree, swappin half yo' portion of fruit wit Sayaka. "Mami?" Yo ass turn ta yo' playa, n' pass her a shitload of tha melon.
"Ah, fuck you, Sabrina," Mami says, beamin at you n' swappin back a shitload of tha raspberries ta make up fo' dat shit.
Madoka bumps her shoulder against Homura, chillin on her right. "Homura, biatch? Yo ass is on tha fuckin' down-low," her big-ass booty say.
Homuraz expression softens a lil. "Just... thinking," her big-ass booty say.
"Oh..." Madoka say. "Nothang bad, I hope?"
"No," tha black haired hoe say. "Not at all." Violet eyes flicker over ta you fo' a moment, n' then back ta Madoka.
Hitomi giggles, tuckin tha fuck into her lunch wit neat, dainty bites. "How tha fuck have you been, Sabrina?"
Yo ass shrug, smilin as you start smokin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Little octopus sausages again n' again n' again todizzle, wit some tofu n' mine meat sauce on rice alongside some teriyaki tuna. "Not bad," you say. "Had a gangbangin' fairly productive, if buggin morning." And thatz fucked up territory wit Sayaka around, so you hasten ta add, "I hunted a Witch, like a muthafucka."
Hitomi wrinklez her nose. "What tha fuck iz dat like?"
"Well... My fuckin powers is kind of straight-up hella phat at fightin Witches, so..." you shrug. "I won't say dat shiznit was easy as fuck yo, but I gots a easier time than most magical girls, straight-up."
Mami nodz up in agreement, nudgin you lightly wit her elbow. "Witch fights can be utterly terrifying."
"They can," you agree, glancin at Sayaka.
Sayaka rocks back n' forth. "But I be bout ta have both of y'all wit me later, right?" she asks, her straight-up expression nevertheless tinged by excitement. "And, um, Homura, if you can make it?"
Homura shrugs wit a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shoulder, slowly puttin away her lunch wit mechanical efficiency. "We bout ta see."
Undeterred, Sayaka grins at Homura. "Aw, c'mon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. We'd be aiiight ta have you along, right?"
"Right!" Mami agrees, nodding.
"Us thugs would, Homura," you affirm.
Homuraz gaze cuts across ta you fo' a moment. "Unfortunately, I'ma have a errand ta run," her big-ass booty say. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch almost soundz regretful.
"Ah, well," you say, givin her a quick smile. Probably suttin' ta do wit stalkin Madoka ta make shizzle Kyuubey don't snipe her wit a cold-ass lil contract or some such. Which... well, you can peep tha reasonin behind that, certainly.
Da conversation lapses tha fuck into silence fo' a moment, before Sayaka strikes up a cold-ass lil conversation wit Madoka n' Homura bout they homework.
"Mmm," Mami hums, savourin some cod. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Da fish is good, Sabrina."
"Oh psht, I just broiled it wit a lil' bit of sauce," you demur, wavin off tha compliment. "Actually, I be thinkin I used a lil' bit too much mirin."
"Fuck dat shit, not at all. It aint nuthin but delicious!" she protests, smilin at you, biatch. "And I can't even say I had a hand up in cookin this, dis time."
"Eh," you say, shrugging. "Yo ass needed tha chill fo' realz. And dat shiznit was worth it, right?"
Mami shrugs, her smile undiminished.
Yo ass chuckle, wagglin yo' chopsticks at her n' shit. "Don't give me that," you say.
"Give you what?" Mami asks, angelically innocent.
"Oh, I peep how tha fuck it is," you say, rollin yo' eyes. Yo ass shift a lil ta address everyone. "So! Do you hoes be thinkin I should git glasses?"
Yo crazy-ass question is followed by a moment of faintly trippin silence.
"... Do you need glasses, Sabrina?" Hitomi asks.
"Nooooo?" you say, holdin yo' hand up ta tha side fo' realz. A casual thought calls Grief ta you, already mouldin itself tha fuck into a freshly smoked up shape before it slaps lightly tha fuck into yo' hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Squelchin some sharp, inner voice of refusal, you drop tha shutta shades onto yo' grill n' beam round at everyone.
Sayaka tries ta hold up in her laughter n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch straight-up do, one hand clamped over her grill.
"Pffffftaahaahahaaaaahahahaaaa-"
Da explosion of laughta sets off Madoka n' Hitomi. Da greenette gigglez tha fuck into her hand, polite n' proper, while Madoka just laughs, bangin n' horny. Even Homura seems amused, a smile creepin onto her grill n' panickin up in unfamiliar territory.
"No," Mami says, firmly removin tha shades from yo' grill despite tha amused smile on her face.
"Yes," you insist, tha shades meltin tha fuck into Grief dat slips all up in Mamiz fingers n' reforms on yo' face.
"No," her big-ass booty say again, snatchin all up in tha shades.
"No?" you ask, shouldaz slumpin up in disappointment.
"No," Mami says, pokin you between yo' eyes.
This draws a gangbangin' fresh set of howls from Sayaka as her big-ass booty slaps all up in tha bench, nearly spillin her lunch over tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Oh mah god you two-"
"Fine," you grumble. "Proper glasses?" With a gangbangin' flick of yo' hand, Grief obligingly forms a proper set of rimless glasses up in tha same deep purple as it always is. Without lenses, granted.
"A-ah, if you don't -snrt- need g-glasses," Madoka manages between giggles. "Why would y-you want them?"
Yo ass shrug. "Because they look cute!"
"Yo ass don't need tha glasses," Mami say firmly, smilin at you, biatch. "Yo ass look just fine without dem wild-ass muthafuckas."
Madoka giggles.
"Fiiiiine," you grumble. "How tha fuck bout you, Mami?" Yo ass remove tha glasses n' poke dem towardz Mami, arms first.
Mami shakes her head yo, but obligingly puts dem on.
"There," you say, noddin up in satisfaction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "See?"
"Sabrinaz -snrk- right," Sayaka offers, voice still bubblin wit giggles. "Yo ass do look thugged-out wit glasses."
"Mmmhm!" you say, beamin at Mami. "Suits you, Mami."
Mami smilez uncertainly. "Well..." her big-ass booty say. "I straight-up don't need spectacles..."
"They're just fashizzle accessories," you say, shrugging.
"Maybe?" Mami says, takin tha glasses off n' offerin dem back ta you, biatch.
"Pass 'em around?" you suggest, noddin all up in tha others.
Madokaz tha straight-up original gangsta ta accept tha glasses n' try dem on wit a aiiight smile. "How tha fuck do I look?"
Sayaka grins. "Perfect," her big-ass booty say. "Oi, transfer hustla, you've been on tha fuckin' down-low. Whatcha think?"
Homura regardz Madoka fo' long enough ta make her start fidgeting, before finally bustin lyrics. "It looks phat on you, Madoka," her big-ass booty say.
"Yeah, see, even dat dunkadelic hoe be thinkin so!" Sayaka say. "Guuuys, biatch? Back our asses up?"
"I gotta admit, they do suit you, Madoka," Hitomi agrees.
"Mmmhm!" you agree, mumblin round a grillful of sausage.
Da rest of lunch passes wit aiiight chatter, as you pass tha glasses round fo' comparison. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Homura turns dem down, n' you don't straight-up press tha issue - you'd debated it wit yo ass enough, straight-up fo' realz. And bustin lyrics of which...
"Yo, Homura?" you say as you lay aside yo' empty lunchbox. "Could I gots a word?"
Bitch nodz at you, layin aside her own lunchbox. "I was goin ta ask," she notes.
"Alright," you say, bouncin ta yo' Nikes. "I be bout ta be back soon, Mami."
Bitch smilez at you, pattin yo' hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Alright."
Yo ass follow Homura round tha corner, a funky-ass blaze of violet light meetin yo' eyes as dat dunkadelic hoe transforms n' reaches fo' her shield. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch pauses, raisin tha shield fo' you ta peep before crankin it aroun-
-d. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Her outstretched arm rests on yo' shoulder, her free hand offerin you a lil' bit of string. Yo ass grab tha string, leanin against tha wall. "So what tha fuck up, Homura?"
"The... errand I mentioned," her big-ass booty say. "I'ma be jackin tha local meteorological agency mainframe."
Yo ass blink. Thatz not what tha fuck you expected. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. "Uh?"
"They won't discover Walprugisnacht on they own," her big-ass booty say.
That make sense. "So this'll let dem evacuate Mitakihara earlier?" you ask.
Bitch nods.
Yo ass exhale, smiling. "That make sense," you say, before raisin a eyebrow at her n' shit. "I didn't give a fuck you could hack."
Homura glances away. "I... commissioned instructions from Inoue Yuuki up in Ishinomaki a... while ago," her big-ass booty say. "It aint nuthin but not straight-up hacking."
"... ah," you say. "How tha fuck early will they evacuate?"
"A few minutes before Walpurgisnacht arrives," Homura say.
"And Madoka is ghon be safely outta tha hood?" you ask.
Homura exhales. "It varies," she admits, swallowing. "She..." tha time travellerz lips flatten together n' shit. "Bitch refuses ta evacuate, or... dat biiiiatch wit tha last ta bounce tha fuck out. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sometimes..." Homura cook up a helpless lil gesture wit her left hand, tha hand her Soul Gem rang would be on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Bitch comes back. To fight."
"Right," you say. "Right." Kyuubey takes tha opportunitizzle ta git Madoka ta cook up a cold-ass lil contract. Probably rockin tha imminent threat of Walpurgisnacht.
"We can leave one of mah thugs ta guard her n' keep Kyuubey away," Homura say.
"Hrrm," you say. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch has a point. There is mo' meguca than there probably are, dis time around, n' there is ghon be mo' at Walpurgisnacht. Especially if one of mah thugss unwillin ta stand up ta tha Biatch of Witches her muthafuckin ass - they'd probably be aiiight ta run guard duty. "Yeah, I peep yo' point. I... Gimme a lil' bit ta be thinkin bout it, biatch? And uh, up in tha meantime, I had all dem thangs ta run by yo slick ass?"
Homura nods.
"Well," you say. "I've been thankin bout Walpurgisnacht, like a muthafucka. I wanna say shit bout Walpurgisnacht wit Mami, git her support up in gettin help from outside of town?"
A tiny frown creases Homuraz forehead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I assumed you already have been," her big-ass booty say.
"Eh," you say. "I wanted yo' permission first."
"Do it," Homura say. "I... I would welcome all tha help."
"Right, then," you say. "And... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sayaka, like a muthafucka. I know you don't always git on well wit her yo, but dat freaky freaky biatch here, n' it would be... phat ta focus her on tha upcomin threat."
"Yes," Homura nods. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch glances away all up in tha wall, roughly where Sayaka would be was it not fo' tha corner n' shit. "Yo ass know how tha fuck ta deal wit her better."
"Alright," you say. "Cool."
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In Japan, teriyaki fish is far mo' common than pork or chicken or what tha fuck have you, biatch.
Apologies fo' tha lateness, muthafuckas. Exams, and, ah, Dark Souls 3 have jacked a gangbangin' fairly substantial amount of time.
 
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Madoka bumps her shoulder against Homura, sitting on her right. "Homura? You're quiet," she says.

Homura's expression softens a little. "Just... thinking," she says.

"Oh..." Madoka says. "Nothing bad, I hope?"

"No," the black haired girl says. "Not at all." Violet eyes flicker over to you for a moment, and then back to Madoka.
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It's a good thing we're definitely not going to fail her, huh? *stares at @Godwinson*
 
So... regarding the update, we probably want to discuss our approach regarding Mami and Sayaka with Homura, since we don't want to get Madoka to contract.

I'm thinking:

• Discuss ways of bringing it up while mitigating a Madocontract with Homura.
• Let Homura know you're planning on letting Sayaka know that the three of you apprehended Oriko and Kirika. Kyubey knows, and that's exactly the sort of thing he might drop on her at an inconvenient time to knock her off balance.
• Bring Mami into the timestop and discuss what is known about Walpurgis in depth. Avoid mentioning Kyoko specifically, but suggest warning all the girls in the region about it and potentially acquiring their help.
• Discuss the Sayaka situation with regards to Oriko with Mami as well. Come up with a course of action all three of you can agree with.
 
[Q] Bring Mami in.
-[Q] Discuss Sayaka and Oriko.
-[Q] Bring Sayaka in.
--[Q] Inform her we have secrets to reveal and want to show her something first.
--[Q] Avoid Sayaka blow up by bringing in Hitomi to experience timestop.
---[Q] Bring Madoka in 'cause she looks lonely all on her own.
----[Q] Resume lunch in timestop.
 
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You're up and moving towards the stair lobby just in time for Mami to appear. And three steps later, you meet her halfway, catching her in a spinning hug.
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Wooooo! Spinning!

... Spinning hugs!

"No, not at all," you say. "I'm just happy to see you, and, well, it feels like months since I last hugged you."

She laughs. "I missed you too, Sabrina," she says, warm and fond.
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'Oh, Sabrina.'

Sayaka, sitting on Madoka's left, leans forward to peer at your lunchbox. "Are those raspberries?"

"You're a raspberry,"
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Sayaka no cake!
you counter, sticking your tongue out at her. "Want some?"

"What's that even supposed to mean?" Sayaka asks. "Trade you some watermelon for it?"
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Wait, did she just offer us Madoka- oh, wait, watermelon.

Madoka bumps her shoulder against Homura, sitting on her right. "Homura? You're quiet," she says.
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The sky is blue.

Grass is green.

Koko is Best.

"I hunted a Witch, too."

Hitomi wrinkles her nose. "What is that like?"

"Well... My powers are kind of very very good at fighting Witches, so..." you shrug. "I won't say it was easy, but I have an easier time than most magical girls, honestly."
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Translation: We fucked up.

Homura glances away. "I... commissioned instructions from Inoue Yuuki in Ishinomaki a... while ago," she says. "It's not really hacking."
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Ah-ha! So it was her.

"Hrrm," you say. She has a point. There are more meguca than there usually are, this time around, and there will be more at Walpurgisnacht. Especially if someone's unwilling to stand up to the Queen of Witches herself -
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Who would say no to us- I mean, some people might not want to fight Walpurgis, right-.

"Well," you say. "I've been thinking about Walpurgisnacht, too. I want to discuss Walpurgisnacht with Mami, get her support in getting help from outside of town?"

A tiny frown creases Homura's forehead. "I assumed you already have been," she says.
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Timing, Homu~.
 
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