Chiaki gives Sabrina a wink and a thumbs up as she's dragged by.
"..." There's a metaphorical '
crack' as Sabrina's common sense snaps. '
Help me!' she mouths at the Warlock girl, who proceeds to completely ignore her, not holding back a
huge smirk.
A moment later, a slim hand firmly forces Sabrina around and down into a chair. There's a steaming cup of tea in front of her, and Homura is taking a seat across from her, besides Madokami.
Sabrina does a double take.
The golden eyed Madoka finishes pouring tea for Homura, then for herself, a small smile on her face, but after a moment, she turns completely serious as she turns to
stare straight at Sabrina.
Sabrina fidgets.
Madoka clears her throat. "Hello, Sabrina, it's nice to see you." Her serious demeanor vanishes for a second, as she grants the white haired girl a smile, before frowning. "Now, I've been talking with Homura," -Homura frowns- "and it has come to my attention that you've been...
sleeping-"
"Don't say it like
thaaaaat!" Sabrina blushes.
"Indeed," smirks Madoka, "it is
very easy to
misconstrue your actions, isn't it?"
Sabrina gapes, at a loss for words- only to be saved by Homura speaking up.
"When have we talked about this?" she asks the pink haired girl/goddess/concept sitting at her side.
"Uh, well..." she drawls out, "I mean, it's more like we
will talk about it..."
Homura's stern
glare put a stop to that.
"I
know..." mutters Madoka, looking to a side, "it's just part of being, well,
me..."
"You should have talked with me
before-"
"I did!"
"You know what I mean..."
Sabrina's head swivels back and forth at her 'parents' arguing, before she feels a pull at the back of her shirt, making her look back.
Chiaki is crouching behind her, just barely out of sight from the -arguing ever more heatedly- black and pink girls. She quickly signals Sabrina to
move, and stealthily and quickly dashes away into a hallway.
Sabrina looks back at Homura and Madoka, who don't seem to notice her anymore, and slowly and silently stands up, takes a few steps, then quickly bolts for the door, right through a hallway, up a flight of stairs, then is pulled suddenly into a room by a steel like grip.
The door closes behind her.
For a moment, Sabrina wonders
where the hell she is, before deciding it doesn't matter, and looking around. Meanwhile, Chiaki flops on a mid sized bed, puts on some old fashioned headphones, and grabs a comic book to read, at the same time she makes some vague gestures to Sabrina, who decides they mean to feel like home and do as she pleases.
Which is convenient, because the amount of non-canon is getting
painful.
Sabrina quickly sits down in front what's likely Chiaki's computer, and opens a web browser, accessing Sufficient Velocity.
"Too meta!" yells Chiaki.
Sabrina ignores her, and proceeds to the Quest forum, in a hurry to stop the flow of shit posts... but not before taking a detour through the Chat Lounge... and the Politics & Law forum... and Current Affairs...
Three hours later, Sabrina rubs at her eyes. Damn, why are there so many people wrong on the internet...
A soft, drawn out breathing sound right besides her ear makes Sabrina go completely still.
Actually, now that she notices it, there's a soft, warm
someone leaning against her-
Yep, that's Mami sitting on her lap, sleeping, with her head resting on Sabrina's shoulder.
When the hell?
A slim hand
clamps on Sabrina's shoulder, making her flinch and bite back a swear; she looks back only to meet firm, violet eyes, one eyebrow raised at her.
Sabrina gulps, tries to half shrug, and shakes her head, mouthing '
I didn't do anything'.
Homura is not impressed.
Leaning closer to Sabrina, she whispers. "
We'll talk about this later, don't stay up late, and don't think you'll be so lucky to escape this conversation next time."
A moment later, while Sabrina's heart tries to slows down, Homura walks to Chiaki, who's sleeping sprawled on her bed, her headphones off, her covers half way thrown off, and her comic book having fallen to the floor. Homura shakes her head and sighs, taking a moment to right her big sister's covers, tucking her in-
Sabrina looks away, muttering something about diabetes.
A moment later, the door closes, and Sabrina is left alone on the dimly illuminated room, with only the slow, rhythmic breathing of the two sleeping girls, plus Mami's warm presence for company.
Suddenly, a wave of fatigue washes over the white haired girl. She didn't remember half of it, with good reasons, but it was a long and tiring day.
Sabrina logs out.
