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-- Da Capo al Coda
If Kyoko had been watching, actually minding what was happening to the other girl, she might have reconsidered her reactions. Her tendency to immediately look away from anything that could give her unwarranted and unwanted compassion, however, formed a sort of natural mental barrier to watching instead of looking. For ten minutes after the first exchange, Kyoko sat on Homura’s couch, glowering at the broken glass on the ground. Fifteen minutes after, she was scavenging through the purple magi’s kitchen for something to snack on. Twenty minutes, and she found the vacuum… Having eaten enough from Homura’s fridge to at least momentarily quell the flames of rage within her stomach, the redhead decided to channel it into a way to pass the time more effectively. That glass on the ground was a pain in the ass, and what if it was still around the next time she decided to break in to Homura’s house? No. So she starts up the vacuum and, as expected of a machine that sucks in air at an accelerated rate and is currently devouring chunks of window, it’s loud as fuck. In fact, this particular fuck is so loud that when she finishes cleaning, she wonders why her current host hasn’t come to talk to her. Kyoko shuts off the vacuum and steps back into Homura’s room - noticing no change in the girl’s position from when she left the room, and even in the dead silence, the only breathing she’s able to pick up on is her own…
"Aw, hell," Kyoko groans, running a hand through her hair and walking towards the other girl,"Don’t tell me ya got some damn feign death type magic shit, too? You ain’t gonna get by with playin’ opossum on me, Akemi."
Despite the lancer’s questioning, the girl remains completely motionless on the bed, slumped unceremoniously against the headrest. Light filters in from a small window, and quite a bit of dust swirls in the hazy sunlight, stirred up from the vaccuum Kyoko had been using moments earlier.
Her body is still warm, though perhaps not as much as it ought to be. The amethyst on her ring has dulled over the last half hour, the murky color contrasting deeply with skin paler than snow.
