[ at first, everything is peaceful. it's late enough that silence reigns supreme - the loudest noise is the hum of the streetlights and the gentle tapping of madoka's feet against the ground. it's a nice kind of quiet, though, the kind that means she doesn't have to think.
and then the back of her neck tingles, and just like that she's left with a certain distinctive feeling: you are not alone.
she stops in her tracks, eyes darting back and forth before finally landing on a specific chimney. when she finally processes who it is, there's only one thought that flies through her head: what's homura doing here? she halts where she is, unable to do much of anything other than stare up at the other girl.
she knows she doesn't have anything to worry about, but it'd be a lie to say she's not frightened. ]