[ but at some point between the evening of clearing out the house of zombies and the zombie-free dawn--a rarity--Madoka had eventually passed out too despite her better efforts. still leaning heavily against the windowsill, cheek pressed to the glass in a vain attempt to continue keeping watch, mouth hanging open and possibly drooling a little.
it'd been a long day for the both of them. when was the last time they'd been in a relative safehouse like this... she'd have a hard time remembering for sure. ]
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it'd been a long day for the both of them. when was the last time they'd been in a relative safehouse like this... she'd have a hard time remembering for sure. ]