"Mami, you never said we would be watching a scary movie," a terrified Madoka shudders, grabbing onto an equally terrified Sayaka's arm.
"I never said we weren't either," the blonde smiles cheekily, reaching for the popcorn in between her Homura. The raven-haired girl was rather closely pressed against Mami, trembling slightly and hiding her face in the tall blonde's shoulder every now and then.
Madoka and Sayaka on the other hand were clinging to each other for dear life, Madoka whimpering slightly and Sayaka flinching every couple of seconds. The blue-haired girl had made a valiant effort to be unfazed by the disturbing images on the screen, but after the first death that plan flew out the window; as did her dignity. Madoka had misinterpreted the title of the film, thinking it was more of a romantic tragedy than a horror psychological film.
Kyoko however was trying to hold in her laughter at the mere dorkiness of the girls in front of her. She knew Homura wasn't good around gore, but this was ridiculous. She also knew Madoka was usually scared fairly easily, and Sayaka would pretend she wasn't for Madoka's sake. And of course, she knew you could always count on Mami to keep a level head. A small snort escapes her lips as Sayaka yelps and latches onto Madoka, clinging to the shorter girl like a teddy bear.
"Mami, h-how long is this movie?" Homura mumbles shakily, her face still resting on Mami's shoulder. She lets out a shiver and looks up at the screen, only to yelp and move back to Mami's arm.
"Only another thirty minutes," the twin-tailed blonde smiles reassuringly, grabbing the Homura's hand under the blanket they're all currently under.
Only a half an hour, Sayaka thinks to herself, I can make it another half an hour. She focuses more on the soft, slightly chubby girl in her arms, readjusting her grip and holding her a little tighter. Someone in the movie screeches after a long period of silence, resulting in Madoka turning around and burying her face in Sayaka's hoodie, Sayaka flinching again, Homura yelping, Mami softly shushing her and Kyoko having to leave the room as not to disrupt the atmosphere with her laughter.
"We should horror movies more often," the redhead chuckles as she takes her seat on the couch again, earning distressed looks from three of the girls.