[Madoka nods and just. hangs on for a minute — please bear with her. when she does let go, she quickly lifts a hand to swipe at her eyes. she ... thought she had run out of tears, but at least these are happy ones.]
I'll catch up with you tomorrow, all right? [in the afternoon, probably, after she's slept in. if her pigtails could droop in exhaustion, they would be right now.]
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I'll catch up with you tomorrow, all right? [in the afternoon, probably, after she's slept in. if her pigtails could droop in exhaustion, they would be right now.]