The scent of tea and scones filled the air as the sun set on Mitakihara city, the last of the orange rays bouncing off the triangular glass of the coffee table.
A tall blonde lady placed down a seemingly antique teapot and poured some into Madoka's cup.
"Miss Akemi is an odd duck." The older magic girl deftly slung her ribbons to fetch a piece of cutlery that she had not enough hands picked up on her way from the kitchen which was awfully lazy since she could have just made a second trip but Madoka was too sad and gay to notice.
"Mami, you and Homura-chan remember me but you're both magical girls so I'm really worried that mama and papa won't know me." Madoka burst into tears for the third time since getting to the Tomoe residence.
"Madoka dear, you will always have a home here." Said Mami, "Try not to feel to bad." The blonde's sincere smile faded quickly as she realised that she ought to have though more carefully about that she was saying.
"You d-don't knoww howmm uch they meant to me!" Madoka sniffleshouted, "Every day since I l-left I missed them. And I was dddead to them this wwhhole ttime." Eyes bloodshot, tears cascading, nose running Mami had never seen her pink junior in quite such a state even after she watched Madoka die countless times, All Mami could do was to offer Madoka her favourite handkerchief in the hopes that Madoka would clean herself at least symbolically. "Mammama said," Madoka dabbed her eyes and blew her nose, "Mama said she would take me drinking with her like adult, Papa said they would teach me their cooking secrets and now I was never part of the family. They are probably better off without me anyway." The floodgates reopened, "I am nothing but a burden and I can only hurt everyone around me I I should Just die" Madoka smashed her fist off the table breaking a cup and she screamed and flapped in despair, "I killed Sayaka!" Barely a breath and she yelled again, "I ruined Homura!" Shaking she rolled on the floor avoiding her kind senior's gaze, "You hate me too because I'm useless and should just die please Mami do it now I dont wany t livd any lolinger plase."
Silently Mami picked up Madoka and held her tightly stroking her hair ignoring that Madoka's nails were digging in deep enough to draw blood.
"M-mami" Madoka whimpered, "I-i'm ssory I broke your cup..."
"It was not your fault, Madoka" Mami sighed, "I can buy another."
Mami wished that she could buy a replacement for Madoka's shattered heart.
A tall blonde lady placed down a seemingly antique teapot and poured some into Madoka's cup.
"Miss Akemi is an odd duck." The older magic girl deftly slung her ribbons to fetch a piece of cutlery that she had not enough hands picked up on her way from the kitchen which was awfully lazy since she could have just made a second trip but Madoka was too sad and gay to notice.
"Mami, you and Homura-chan remember me but you're both magical girls so I'm really worried that mama and papa won't know me." Madoka burst into tears for the third time since getting to the Tomoe residence.
"Madoka dear, you will always have a home here." Said Mami, "Try not to feel to bad." The blonde's sincere smile faded quickly as she realised that she ought to have though more carefully about that she was saying.
"You d-don't knoww howmm uch they meant to me!" Madoka sniffleshouted, "Every day since I l-left I missed them. And I was dddead to them this wwhhole ttime." Eyes bloodshot, tears cascading, nose running Mami had never seen her pink junior in quite such a state even after she watched Madoka die countless times, All Mami could do was to offer Madoka her favourite handkerchief in the hopes that Madoka would clean herself at least symbolically. "Mammama said," Madoka dabbed her eyes and blew her nose, "Mama said she would take me drinking with her like adult, Papa said they would teach me their cooking secrets and now I was never part of the family. They are probably better off without me anyway." The floodgates reopened, "I am nothing but a burden and I can only hurt everyone around me I I should Just die" Madoka smashed her fist off the table breaking a cup and she screamed and flapped in despair, "I killed Sayaka!" Barely a breath and she yelled again, "I ruined Homura!" Shaking she rolled on the floor avoiding her kind senior's gaze, "You hate me too because I'm useless and should just die please Mami do it now I dont wany t livd any lolinger plase."
Silently Mami picked up Madoka and held her tightly stroking her hair ignoring that Madoka's nails were digging in deep enough to draw blood.
"M-mami" Madoka whimpered, "I-i'm ssory I broke your cup..."
"It was not your fault, Madoka" Mami sighed, "I can buy another."
Mami wished that she could buy a replacement for Madoka's shattered heart.