Kyouko and Mami's relationship has always been fascinating to me. I'd ship them if I wasn't such KyouSaya trash.
"So, uh, welcome to Mitakihara Piano Quintet's first practice session!" Madoka manages to say, and Kyouko tries not to laugh at the tiny girl's nervous stammer. It's cruel to say that she's bored or anything, but she's not exactly thrilled to be here. She was only riled into by Sayaka suggesting that she wouldn't know much about classical music.
She doesn't really know that much, true. Classical music is, let's face it, kind of boring. It's kind of infuriating to hear, though, some kid you're trying to get along with making some assumptions about who you are.
Kyouko presses her fingers against the fretboard of the cello experimentally. It's been a while since she's last played- three years to be exact. After her father had been committed to the mental hospital and she and Momo had been put into foster care, it was a little hard to keep up with the lessons, to say the least. She draws her bow against the strings lightly, and the sound brings back memories. It's a bit of a juxtaposition, paradox- her hands remember the motions, the music, the dance, but it's also her hands that's lost the calluses and strength to properly hold the note down.
Eh, she'll make do.
"Kyouko," Sayaka admonishes. "Can you pay attention?"
She shrugs. "Can't we get to practicing already? I don't have all day."
It's kind of fun to see Sayaka bristle.
"Sakura-san, it is important to get introductions in order," Mami says, calmly as always.
Tomoe Mami is a surprise to see. Kyouko hasn't seen her in a while since Mami had become fifteen and moved out into her own apartment, but they were in the same group home for foster kids they couldn't place. Sometime before their first practice, Akemi had the brilliant idea to officiate the quintet into a club that counts for extracurricular credits on their transcripts. They only need a teacher and a student council member to sign off as chaperones, which ended up being easy enough. Mami volunteered to sign off, and Madoka immediately invited her to join when she found that Mami played the piano beautifully.
That kid is too trusting, honestly. Not that it's a problem- it's kind of nice to see Mami again, though they were never that close. It's always nice to see a familiar face in an unfamiliar city.
"We should decide who the leader is," Sayaka prompts.
"I figured it would be Mami-sempai."
Mami shakes her head. "It's a conflict of interest for a student council member to sign off on a club that they're leading. How about you, Miki-san? It was your idea after all."
"Eh, me?" She balks, pointing at herself. "I'm not really leader material…"
"The senior violin is usually the leader of a quartet. Since Tomoe-sempai is ineligible, you would be the logical choice."
Akemi's monotone voice is quite off-putting, Kyouko would give Sayaka that much. She's never going to figure out why she has such a huge grudge against the quiet girl, though.
"We don't really have to have a leader, do we?" Sayaka says awkwardly, smiling. "It's only a small club after all."
"We will have to register some details if we were ever to enter in a competition or a festival, though," Mami reminds them.
A competition or a festival? Kyouko isn't sure she's that committed. She only joined to (impress) piss off Sayaka, after all.
"We can cross that bridge when we get there," Madoka interjects, smiling placatingly. "Why don't we just look at our first piece today and see how we pace compared to each other?"
Finally, Kyouko tries not to sigh aloud.
