[perhaps. it seems like every time they cross paths, their conversations turn to subjects far more serious than either of them deserve, with their too heavy burdens to carry.]
[but Madoka isn't interested in talking about souls or hearts or corruption right now. her expression is light, as she falls into pace beside him, but her smile relays a gentle determination, too.]
[at least, until she hears what Dirk says. then she's briefly stunned into silence.]
[........]
Um ... I don't think I'd make a very good monkey. I like cooked food too much. [Madoka, if that was a joke, it was a terrible one.]
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[but Madoka isn't interested in talking about souls or hearts or corruption right now. her expression is light, as she falls into pace beside him, but her smile relays a gentle determination, too.]
[at least, until she hears what Dirk says. then she's briefly stunned into silence.]
[........]
Um ... I don't think I'd make a very good monkey. I like cooked food too much. [Madoka, if that was a joke, it was a terrible one.]