[ A stalker with a bucketload of issues sparked by time travel and traumatic meguca-related experiences and an increasingly worrisome set of morals, but who's counting? ]
[ Homura's clammed up a bit, now, so she simply nods and places her towel to the side. Her expression hasn't changed much, but more tellingly, she's averted her eyes, glancing off to the side as she slowly and deliberately (no, she's not stalling or suppressing her nervousness, why do you ask) undoes her school uniform's ribbon and slides out of her jacket. It's one thing to act cool and all-knowing in front of her fellow magical girls, but in front of an adult... ]
[ ... well, this is probably what she'll be reduced to if Madoka inherits this part of her mother's personality: awkwardly swept along in her wake. ]
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[ Homura's clammed up a bit, now, so she simply nods and places her towel to the side. Her expression hasn't changed much, but more tellingly, she's averted her eyes, glancing off to the side as she slowly and deliberately (no, she's not stalling or suppressing her nervousness, why do you ask) undoes her school uniform's ribbon and slides out of her jacket. It's one thing to act cool and all-knowing in front of her fellow magical girls, but in front of an adult... ]
[ ... well, this is probably what she'll be reduced to if Madoka inherits this part of her mother's personality: awkwardly swept along in her wake. ]