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Who: Sayaka Miki and Kyoko Sakura
Where: Cherrygrove Inn. Kyoko's room!
When: Sunday night after festivities.
Summary: Sayaka brings a lot of leftovers from the festival to Kyoko because she thinks that Kyoko missed out on the festival. Then they talk about... things.
Rating: PG at most.
Log:

[Sayaka held two big takeout boxes in her arms as she trotted through the Cherrygrove Inn as she was looking for Kyoko's room. She might as well be in there if it was already past 9 at night... And she of all people knew that Kyoko would never turn down food. SO, there she was, in front of Kyoko's room and knocked... with her foot.]

Kyoko! Open up. It's Sayaka.

[She was actually a bit too lazy to change, so she still had her mary-jane shoes and the lady dress from the festival earlier.]

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[welp. kyoko had spent the majority of the day cleaning up after the fiasco with her pokémon, and the overcoat of her Puella Magi outfit lay folded in the corner of her bed. It was weird to have to take it off manually, but without magic... what else was she supposed to do.

anyway, done with the slobber, kyoko was completely prepared to collapse in the corner with her various bags of snacks... until there's that knocking. she's walking over to the door slowly, but speeding up a bit once she realizes it's Sayaka.]

I'm coming-- [she opens the door, and then... she stops in surprise. Sayaka's in that lady dress. well. there's food, too, but she's mostly surprised because she hadn't... seen sayaka in anything like that before.] -- Sayaka?

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I said it was me, didn't I? [She fidgets a bit. The boxes are a bit heavy.] Let me in.

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[oh. kyoko's moving aside a bit, though she's still keeping the door open with one hand.]

What're you wearing that for?

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I went to the festival thing... [She sighs as she puts the takeout boxes on the bed.] Since Hiroto wanted to apologize and all.

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Huh... For his little surprise, right? [hated that so much.] I get it.

[kyoko's shutting the door as soon as sayaka comes in, though she doesn't bother to lock it. she's passing a glance to the food on the bed, but then her eyes go back to sayaka. crossing her arms, she's... leaning against the wall.]

What did he do?

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[c'mon kyoko-tan... sit with me. Sayaka's sitting on the bed, getting out plastic forks, spoons and knives.]

He just showed me around the festival and took me to a dance... [there is no blush here.] Come on, Kyoko. Don't you want to eat? [She holds out the utensils to her.]

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[FOOD. At that invitation, Kyoko is going to casually walk over... taking a seat on the bed right beside the food. and she is going to take the utensils that sayaka is holding out. don't mind her.]

[by now, kyoko's looking for a casual conversation starter. um. umm.] You dance? [not maliciously said or anything, but actual legitimate curiosity.]

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Nope! [Sayaka opens one of the takeout boxes, showing some noodles, meat, seafood, vegetables... it's a wide variety.] Never in my life.

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Sounds like pretty good payback!

[whether she means dance lessons or pain-dishing is debatable. now kyoko has to wonder how exactly that dance sesison with hiro went. ... she's willing the image of hiro wallowing in pain out of her mind. sayaka wouldn't step on his feet that many times... good thing the food sayaka's revealing helps her get rid of those thoughts.

kyoko's leaning over to peek at the open box, yep.]

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He didn't really know how to dance either, so he just kinda went with the flow or something. [She lightly shrugs and pokes at the meatball with her fork.] Eat as much as you want.

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Huh. He looked like the type who could dance.

[must be the smt protagonist air. either way, kyoko's going to take the other takeout box on the bed, and open it carefully.]

Anyway, don't need to tell me twice. [she's just going to start stuffing noodles into her mouth, now.] Shfanks fo' za foo'. [manners, kyoko.]

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[She sighs a bit at that, but ends up smiling anyway. Then she eats the meatball that she stuck in the fork earlier and consumes it in small bites.]

Don't eat too much! You're gonna get a stomachache.

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[kyoko's just going to keep eating, but she does slow down a bit when sayaka says that.

... granted, her speed is still rather fast.]

This is nothing. [she puts some squid in her mouth, then swallows it pretty quickly.] I've got a pretty strong stomach, y'know.

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Yeah, but--

[Oh, who is she kidding. She'll just sigh and resume eating her own food. Next up, fishcakes! Yum.]

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Don't worry about it.

[no, seriously. kyoko is slurping up those noodles like nobody's business. she pauses for a moment, clicking her chopsticks together to address Sayaka.]

I'm guessing you had fun, then?

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It was... interesting to say the least.

[omnomnom.]

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That good or bad?

[because she's actually curious. trying to sound casual here...]

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... There were cheesy lines. [That I didn't fall for. nope.]

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Heh. Like anyone expected him to be good at anything like that. Look at those... [and here she refers with her chopsticks, tracing the shape of hiro's little kitty headphones on his head.]

Wearing stuff like that, there's no way he's anything but cheesy.

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I wonder if they're actually hearing aids... since he keeps them on all the time. [Pauses to ponder about this.] And those wires in the back transmit sound waves or something!

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I wouldn't be surprised if that was true.

[olol. taking some more of her noodles, shoving them in her mouth easily. chew. chew. chew. swallow.]

Maybe he's actually an old man.

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I thought he was twenty something, but he said he was seventeen...

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Huh... [munch munch munch.] He could be lying.

1/2

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That's true--

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[WHY IS THE FOOD ALMOST GONE REKHGKEJ]

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[because kyoko's a pig.]

. . . Sayaka?

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Uwaah... You already ate almost all of it. [can you hear it? chopsticks are clicking in air. AIR. THERE IS NO FOOD BETWEEN THEM.]

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. . . What are you talking about? I didn't eat all o--

[oh. crap. crap. kyoko stops, staring into the take-out box... she didn't even realize how much she'd eaten--her mind was pretty much focused on the conversation she and sayaka were having.

oops.]

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[good job, kyoko. you now realize that you can multitask! ... well, you could before, but this is ACTUAL REALIZATION!!]

Didn't eat all of what?