[ Honestly, Homura hasn't had a lot to smile about in these past few timelines; she's a little surprised at herself. But only a little. Madoka's own home holds a lot of good memories for her, even if they're slightly bittersweet, and even with how Homura's grown embarrassed and flustered, she appreciates what Junko's doing for her. ]
[ ... even if some of the memories from this particular meeting will probably end up keeping her warm on those colder, lonelier nights. Homura's blush hasn't COMPLETELY gone away, either, and it probably won't as long as Junko keeps her boobs out. ]
Alright.
[ Homura isn't one for too many words, so she nods and makes her way over to sit down at the stool, back facing Junko. She adjusts her bathrobe slightly, trying to give easier access to her hair- but with how big it is on her, the collar slides down a bit more than intended, revealing not only the nape of her neck, but also most of the smooth skin of one shoulder down to her shoulderblades. ]
[ She tugs it back up a bit, glancing back over one shoulder without turning her head, waiting for Junko to help with her hair. ]
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[ ... even if some of the memories from this particular meeting will probably end up keeping her warm on those colder, lonelier nights. Homura's blush hasn't COMPLETELY gone away, either, and it probably won't as long as Junko keeps her boobs out. ]
Alright.
[ Homura isn't one for too many words, so she nods and makes her way over to sit down at the stool, back facing Junko. She adjusts her bathrobe slightly, trying to give easier access to her hair- but with how big it is on her, the collar slides down a bit more than intended, revealing not only the nape of her neck, but also most of the smooth skin of one shoulder down to her shoulderblades. ]
[ She tugs it back up a bit, glancing back over one shoulder without turning her head, waiting for Junko to help with her hair. ]