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[ A rather more pessimistic part of her mind wonders if she'll ever get the chance to see Madoka grow up, period. It also wonders if Junko would treat her so kindly if she knew how many times Homura had failed to protect Madoka, or prioritized Madoka's safety over, say, Sayaka or Hitomi's life. ]

[ Homura's gone back to looking somewhat morose when Junko returns, although she catches the towel easily enough and wastes no time in drying herself enough to stop dripping before following Junko toward the table. The older woman's offer catches her off-guard (much like her daughter once did), and Homura almost stammers before replying. ]

That's- that's perfectly alright. I couldn't possibly take up any more of your-

[ Her sneeze undermines her own argument. Magic's great for bolstering a weak constitution and partially shielding a body from the cold, but it can't suppress every reaction. ]

[ It's for the best for everyone that Junko doesn't know what's happened - what ultimately happens. The entire, traumatic, complicated mess that changes the entire world.

Junko, oblivious to the scale of whatever oddness Madoka is caught up in.

This is a much simpler scenario. Homura is just Madoka's friend or classmate or admirer, a nice enough young woman that she's helping out. Nothing more or less. ]

I think you'd like to take up some of my time, if it'll keep you from getting sick. Let's go get you changed.

[ Nothing more or less for the moment anyways. ]

[ It's a good thing Homura doesn't know what the future has in store for them, either. She wouldn't be able to face Junko like this, at least until she comes to terms with Madoka's choice- but that's neither here nor there. ]

[ At the very least, nothing more or less is Homura's preferred state of affairs. With how many times she's had to reset everything, most of her relationships have become so ~~heart-breakingly painful~~ fleeting; nowadays, she does her best to keep others at arm's length. At least that shouldn't be too hard when dealing with a friend's mother. ]

[ ... probably. Homura sniffs with whatever calm dignity she has left and relents with a nod, wrapping the towel around her shoulders as she waits for Junko to lead on. ~~Although Homura already knows where the bathroom is.~~ ]

Alright. I... I appreciate the help.

Edited 2014-07-14 02:59 (UTC)

Any time, for Madoka's friends.

[ Junko won't push too hard, if only because that'd be both intrusive and make it look like Madoka has a weirdo for a mom instead of just a drunk, but Homura's pretty receptive and pretty well in need of help. Smiling and giving Homura a nod, she leads her up through the house to the bathroom, unbuttoning the top buttons on her shirt on the way for comfort (like another girl should care at all).

Their bathroom is, of course, pretty fancy and spacious like the house as a whole, everything neat and orderly as per her husband's habits of cleaning up when anyone alters that, and she pulls out a bathrobe, holding it out to Homura. ]

You'll probably swim in it a little, but it'll keep you warm while your clothes dry.

[ Not that she's sure if Madoka still considers her a friend. Homura sure hopes so. But she nods back anyway, murmuring a quiet "thank you" for what feels like the twentieth time that evening. She never was good at dealing with this sort of kindness. ]

[ The bathroom doesn't get much more than a cursory glance from Homura- she's seen it before, after all. This only makes it easier for her to notice Junko's shirt, and her eyes slide on over almost of their own accord. If it was anyone else, Homura probably wouldn't care very much at all, but as it is... ]

[ A part of her once again whispers that it wouldn't be so bad if Madoka grew to resemble her mother. The other, increasingly pessimistic part of her mind, one that's been around since she wore glasses and braids and fretted about her own figure, wonders if she'll ever grow. And then both parts quickly shut up when Homura realizes that she's been staring at (or past) the offered bathrobe for a few seconds too long, and quickly reaches out to take it. ]

That won't be necessa- I mean, that won't be a problem.

[ Homura holds the bundle to her chest and, as an only child who's used to having her own privacy, patiently waits for Junko to step out and let her change. ]

[ ... she IS going to step out, right? ]

Edited 2014-07-14 03:32 (UTC)

[ She's either Madoka's friend, or a stalker with a crush. The latter just needs a bit of a talking to about boundaries and then everything will be okay, right?

Riiight?

Wrong, but whatever. Junko doesn't really notice that Homura's staring at something particular about her, but she wonders if, maybe, a girl with a crush on Madoka might not handle this a bit differently from someone who's just a friend. Junko isn't staying, specifically, but she's also not leaving, and heads over to the towels to pull out an extra, tossing it over her shoulder. ]

You can use this to make sure you're extra dry too, then I'll take care of your clothes and you can make yourself comfy.

[ Will Madoka grow up as shameless as her mother? ]

[ 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. ]

[ What a way to live. Clearly she needs some TLC.

Junko waits for a moment, holding the towel, watching Homura as she starts to undress. She sure is taking her...

Oh. Oh right. Junko looks away as well, now, hanging the towel on the door knob as she steps to open it slightly - not like anyone's home to see anything. ]

Do you want a little privacy while you change? Sorry, I'm used to, you know... just having family around.

[ And Sayaka was close enough to family too. Hitomi had a wee bit more of a sense of propriety than that girl did for sure - probably more like this Homura girl. ]

[ Most of the tension drops away from Homura's shoulders, and she nods gratefully, half-sliding back into her school uniform's blazer. ]

It's alright. I...

[ She trails off as she hears Junko's off-handed excuse, stirring something in her that she's done her best to keep buried. Homura's meticulous notes contain one date that the old her had circled in red pen: the only time her otherwise busy parents would interact with her, a quick phone call to make sure she's taken adequate precautions against the inexplicable super-storm that will head to Mitakihara City at the end of the month. Other than that, she hasn't even seen their faces in more timelines than- ]

[ After a moment, Homura slides her blazer back off and calmly shakes her head, suddenly feeling small and weary. ]

... it's alright. I'll be fine.

[ She wouldn't mind remembering what it's like to have family around, and she's not particularly choosy at the moment. ]

[ Something about this girl seems, for a moment, calculated - to keep her expressions moderate, keeping something from being written on her face. If she hadn't trailed off like that, seemed so distant for a moment, Junko wouldn't notice, but it's a fairly minor thing.

Although it does worry her, a little, that a sentence like that is what distracts her. Junko sighs, leaning against the door frame, increasingly curious about this little mystery guest of hers. ]

Take your time. And, not that I expect you to unload on someone you just met, but if you wanna just sit around and talk about... whatever's on your mind, don't think that you'll be imposing on me.

[ Homura absentmindedly starts unbuttoning her shirt, her lips pressed into a thin line without her noticing. See, this is why Homura has to remember to keep people at arm's length. Otherwise, she'll start yearning for something that she can't possibly have, like the chance to talk to an incredibly kind person simply willing to lend an ear. Maybe if circumstances were different, maybe if she was still that awkward and shy transfer student who only had to worry about self-esteem issues... ]

[ Maybe if she wouldn't have to end up saying something like "I'm desperately trying to save your daughter, who I've seen die horribly almost eighty times, and I think my priorities are becoming skewed. On the plus side, I won't seriously consider strangling Sayaka for at least another twenty timelines." ]

[ She sighs and places her shirt and jacket off to the side, leaving her clad only in her (small, plain, and... mostly just small) bra, skirt, and her ever-present pantyhose. ]

... thank you for the offer.

[ Half-turning away, and fully intending to leave it at that until she can think up a better answer, Homura picks up the towel and starts drying herself off. She meant what she said earlier, she's fine with changing in front of Junko, but she needs a moment or two to gather up enough courage to go completely topless. Or some finagling with the towel to keep herself covered. ]

[ Junko watches. Not that she means to, you know, watch a teenager undress - that'd just be pervy - but there's an aura around this girl. Something heavy, that's settled in more and more as she's been in this home. Not in a bad way in the sense that Junko's causing it, but in that her being there might be dredging it up, and she wonders if this is more than just a friend but someone who actually needs Madoka, someone who needs a compassionate ear her own age.

She's got every confidence that Madoka can handle that, even if Madoka herself probably doesn't.

Of course, while she's not perving on Homura, she does notice the girl's figure, mostly just that she's thin and really just doesn't have much in the way of boobs. Still, a pretty girl, someone Junko might've kept an eye on for that reason alone twenty or more years ago.

It's a little warm. She undoes another button, and rolls up her sleeves. ]

You're welcome.

[ Right now, Homura feels the humidity more than anything, since her hair's still sopping wet and she still needs to do something about her drenched skirt. Between her slight embarrassment and her nerves from earlier, she's quickly warming up, too. The pouring rain outside isn't helping, although the background noise does fill the ensuing silence quite nicely as Homura focuses on undressing. ]

[ Or tries to, at least. Even though Homura is facing away, she can still feel Junko's gaze on her. She's not sure what to make of it. Maybe she should feel worried; maybe she overlooked something in her cover story and aroused suspicion. Smoothly undoing her bra's clip while keeping her towel draped over her shoulders, Homura casually glances back to gauge Junko's reaction and- ]

[ she undid another button ]

[ - makes a small noise, a breathy gasp, as she tries to grab the towel sliding off her shoulders except she can't grab it in time and where did her bra go why is it on the floor- ]

[ Homura can keep her expression as blank as possible, but she really can't do much about the heat rising to her face as she swiftly covers up her small breasts (so little to cover up, in comparison) and turns away to snatch up the other towel. ]

[ She'd be a little more comfortable if she went faster, but despite saying that she's okay with Junko standing there, there's an obvious effort being made to keep herself covered up a little. Plus, she really does need to dry her hair; there's a whole lot of it to work with, and Junko plans to offer to dry and brush it for her, when she's gotten out of her wet clothes.

Homura's doing a pretty smooth job, too, until she looks back and all that kinda falls apart. There's some definite cleavage visible now, and Junko can't help but wonder if that was part of it...

Then she drops her towel, her bra already fell, and she's all embarrassed again, and Junko can feel a little heat rising in her own face.

That's pretty freaking cute. ]

It's nothing I haven't seen before, we're both girls here.

[ Boobs aren't anything Homura hasn't seen before, either. ]

[ It's strange. She's seen other girls' breasts plenty of times in the changing room (more times than she can count, thanks to timeline shenanigans), and she could care less when her classmates occasionally comment about the transfer student's flat chest where they think she can't hear them. As for her closer acquaintances, Homura could care less about Sayaka, and she doesn't feel too bad about her size relative to Mami, who's even more talented than a lot of women twice her age, possibly including Junko. ]

[ ... not that Homura can envy anything about Mami, after recent revelations. Despite her calm professionalism, the blonde puts up a strong front every bit as desperate as Homura's own, just another terrified young girl staving off her crippling fear and loneliness. ]

[ Maybe that's why Junko flashing a little cleavage is getting her so worked up. It's not that she just has larger breasts than Homura (which isn't a hard feat); it's that she's more comfortable in her own skin, carrying herself with an easy confidence that Homura keeps striving for (and failing). It's an attractive combination, especially when she wears that severely-cut office lady's suit that brings out a sort of sensual maturity and accentuates her tight curves, which only draws attention to the casually unbuttoned shirt and her modest cleavage. ]

[ Not for the first time (and far from the last), she realizes it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine Madoka- kind, stubborn, and hiding an iron will underneath that innocent-looking exterior- growing up and filling out to look like this woman standing before her. And the thought of undressing with an older Madoka's eyes on her- ]

Edited 2014-07-14 17:06 (UTC)

[ ... Homura comes back to herself, not entirely certain why she needs to catch her breath all of a sudden. Junko has a point; she shouldn't be getting embarrassed in front of someone who has a daughter her age, right? ]

That's-

[ She clears her throat, pitching her voice back down to her usual bland tone instead of a breathy gasp. ]

... that's true. I'm sorry, I'm not really used to... this.

[ Trying not to think too hard about it, Homura drops her towel, only realizing with a shiver that she didn't have the presence of mind to completely dry herself off when the air hits her budding breasts (hopefully budding, although she won't know for sure until she breaks out of this time loop and lets puberty do its work). Too late to worry about that now; she continues undressing, working slowly and methodically. Once her skirt's off, she sits on the edge of the bath and begins working off her pantyhose, again taking her sweet time as she extends one long leg, still childishly thin but clearly developing into something slender and sensual, and slides off the still-soaked garment before working on the next. ]

[ She's only going so slowly because she's desperately trying to remain calm, and to retain what's left of her dignity. Of course, this has the unfortunate effect of making it look like she's putting on a show, although it's clear from her beet-red face that it's not intentional (or that she's even aware of it). ]

[ If it was starting to become apparent moments ago, now Junko's really getting a feeling that Homura's not really just shy about changing in front of someone she doesn't really know, so much as she's shy about changing in front of someone she finds attractive. Who is also her friend's mother. The way she stops, the then has to remember to breathe and try to sound disinterested like she's seemed to be this whole time - only it comes off oh so very forced compared to when she first spoke.

Now that she's paying a little more attention, though, Junko can't help noticing Homura a little more either. The way her body shifts, slim and undeveloped but... she's already pretty, definitely, but watching her take her time is just accentuating her figure, youthful as it is. Legs that are skinny now, but more slender very soon. Breasts that are going from little buds to perky; hips just starting to widen, and a face that's growing up.

And blushing, clearly aware of her little problem here.

...it's a reckless impulse, but instead of commenting on it, Junko undoes another button, her pink bra clearly visible now. ]

Go ahead and take your time. I'm not in a rush. [ And maybe her voice is dipping down a little. ]

[ This really isn't what she had in mind for remembering what it's like to have family around, or for having someone willing to lend an ear. ]

[ Homura's not as good at concealing her emotions as she hopes she is. She's got her poker face under control as she strips off her pantyhose, but it's starting to crack; her brow remains furrowed as she tries to keep herself on task, and she's still shooting shy, furtive glances at Junko every now and then. Homura knows that Junko's watching her, but she can't really help it. ]

[ Especially not when the older woman undoes another button, affording her a much more generous view of her cleavage than before. Homura's eyes widen slightly before she glances away, mentally berating herself. Junko's probably just warm (it IS increasingly warm in here). That's all; there's nothing more to it, there can't be any more to it. It's rude to stare, it's ruder to stare at her friend's own mother, and it's even worse to want to run her hands down those curves and- ]

[ - and that voice, that mature, sexy voice, with its promise of... something, causes Homura to shiver imperceptibly. ]

[ She finishes taking off her pantyhose and places it to one side, careful not to look like she's rushing. Then she reaches for the bathrobe before wrapping herself up completely. It IS too large on her; she has to close the front up more tightly, the motion allowing Junko one last glimpse of her small, pink nipples before she succeeds. ]

It's fine. I'm already finished.

[ ... sort of. Homura's most definitely keeping her panties on. ]

[ This isn't very family-like at all, and Junko isn't trying to make it that way. She should just brush off the way Homura's looking at her body; clearly, she's into women, and Junko knows that she's one hella hot woman, especially for having had two kids. Teasing her is cruel; staring back at her body, her tiny breasts and the slightest curve of her waist and hips, her tight little rear, still covered by panties - damp and clinging a little - noticing all that detail is just perverted.

And Homura's so cute, trying not to stare or make a big deal out of this. Junko's sure that she shouldn't go any further, even if she's only teasing. Tormenting the kid with something she can't have is just too bad, although if she lets her have it...

Well, for one, it's illegal. For another, it's morally wrong.

But her own face is a little red too now, she knows, and Homura might just notice that in turn. ]

Comfy now, right? It's definitely a little big on you...

[ Junko steps over, looking Homura up and down. ]

Would you like any help with your hair?

[ Homura's used to admiring looks; she gets her share of that from her classmates, and it doesn't embarrass her like it once would have (althought it DOES bug her slightly that they only happened after she changed her image and her bearing). When it comes from Junko, when Junko looks her up and down like she's inspecting and taking in every curve of her body... ]

[ Well, she's not sure what to make of that possibility, but it certainly doesn't worry her as much as it should. Although her lack of worry does worry her a little bit, it allows her to regain a bit of her poise; she meets Junko's approach and inspection with casual dignity, and she pushes down her mortified embarrassment enough to NOT wrap the bathrobe more tightly around herself. ]

[ Junko's approach DOES give her a closer view of those breasts, so she has to make an effort to meet the older woman's eyes. After a second or so, of course. Totally natural. ]

I feel much warmer now, yes.

[ THAT'S for sure. Although Homura relaxes at the offer, giving Junko another barely-there smile. ]

And I... I'd like that a lot. Thank you. Is there anywhere you'd like me to sit?

Edited 2014-07-16 02:21 (UTC)

[ There's a moment where Junko's worried that Homura will be too mortified to give a good response, especially with her boobs right there for the girl to see, but it's a little remarkable how well she recovers. Blush dropping, poise returning, tone leveling off. No more fumbling, although Homura does seem to still take a moment to look at Junko's chest instead of her eyes - any longer and Junko may have had to say something cliche like 'my eyes are up here' and embarrass her all over again.

It's nice to see another one of those little smiles, too, and she gets the sense that they're pretty precious. ]

Wherever you'd like. There's a stool in here you can sit on, if you don't mind.

[ 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. ]

[ That blush isn't going away for a while, then, unless someone comes home, and Madoka showing up might make it even worse in the short term. It's not like Junko's even starved for attention - Tomohisa is attentive and very, very attracted to her, and she can flirt with men and women ten years younger than her if she wants.

Or, you know, over twenty years younger, apparently.

Homura's hair, long and smooth, is one of the first things Junko noticed - and then she's given something else to notice i.e. the girl showing a little extra skin, unintentionally. It slows her down for a moment. ]

...oh, uh, do you blow dry it? I figure you do with how much there is, so...

[ She doesn't even look at the blow dryer as she reaches for it, fumbling a little. ]

[ Homura has absolutely no idea that she's having so much of an effect on Junko, for reasons running mostly parallel to Junko's own thoughts. Even if she wasn't married, it just doesn't seem possible to Homura that such a beautiful, mature woman could ever be interested in someone like her, not when Junko could have virtually anyone else. ]

[ So she doesn't notice the fumbling, as focused as she is on tugging her bathrobe's collar back into place. Sitting down apparently upset the delicate balance of the overlarge bathrobe, so instead of hanging down on her thin frame, it just sort of folded in on her. Homura settles for pulling the bathrobe up and forward a bit, so it only reveals most of one shoulder instead of most of her upper back. ]

[ On the flip side, the front of Homura's robe is now mostly open, meaning that anyone tall enough could look over her shoulder from behind and down at her perky breasts. And "anyone tall enough" is a moot point, since she's sitting. ]

I do. That won't be a problem.

[ She doesn't worry too much about hair damage, since it'll reset when she returns to the start of the month. ]

[ This shouldn't be a problem, at all. Homura's just a kid, just a kid she's helping out, Madoka's friend (or love interest or something to that effect) and not unusually filled out or mature. Junko has needs, sure, but they're fulfilled, so why is she feeling like this?

To be perfectly honest to herself, she's attracted to this young, slender girl. It makes no sense, but as she successfully wrangles the blow dryer to see the bathrobe pulled up more, she just gets a view down the front, at her pink little nipples on her small, perky breasts (how sensitive are they?)

Junko shakes her head, slowly, leaning down, blow dryer in one hand, brush in the other, eyes still focused on things that aren't hair.

She needs to focus. Junko moves to her knees, an easier spot to work from anyways, and starts to go over Homura's hair. ]

You must take good care of it, it's really nice...

Whoops, ended up crashing

Probably wise

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