[A verdant meadow stretches as far as can be seen, dotted with tall, thick fruit-bearing trees casting shade around them. The weather simply feels perfect, regardless of whoever feels it, with a deep blue, cloud spotted sky. Beneath one tree (bearing quite an odd mixture of fruit on its limbs), a blanket is spread, somehow not even pulling up at
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She doesn't interrupt, instead choosing to rest underneath the shade of a tree. Homura will notice her soon enough, she imagines.]
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Here's the way I see it. [She knocks her shoulder, hard, against the tree, and a piece of fruit falls to land in her hand.] You've only got so long to live your life, and living it followin' someone else's rules isn't the way to go. So to hell with people that think it's weird. [She takes a bite of her fruit, and leans in to poke Homura's cheek.] Some of the best people I know are weird.
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I never really thought about it before coming here either... Maybe it's easier to think about in the peace here.
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[It occurs to her to ask:] Now that you've had time to think about it, are you okay with it?
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Yes... I've never felt like this for anyone else before, not even boys...
A boy or a girl... I don't think it would matter which Madoka was.
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[She pats Homura's head.] You should get back to your date. Good luck.
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Um...thank you then...
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You're welcome. Now go on, go have fun.
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