[With little time to really think out what may come after her confession was forced out of her, Homura simply didn't know what might come next. What little she had thought out had primarily been to assume a friendly rejection at best...
Her heart skips a beat when Madoka's latest words do set in. Putting aside the first part for now, she replies to that in surprise.]
Eh...? You do...?
[Even with the orange juice she drank, she feels a touch of nervousness as her heart beats faster, at the idea of Madoka liking her back, the same way Homura likes her. Maybe there was some misunderstanding here...the word "like" had so many levels of meanings, after all.] Madoka, when I say "like"...what I mean is as more than a friend.
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Her heart skips a beat when Madoka's latest words do set in. Putting aside the first part for now, she replies to that in surprise.]
Eh...? You do...?
[Even with the orange juice she drank, she feels a touch of nervousness as her heart beats faster, at the idea of Madoka liking her back, the same way Homura likes her. Maybe there was some misunderstanding here...the word "like" had so many levels of meanings, after all.] Madoka, when I say "like"...what I mean is as more than a friend.