"Just this one time?!" Sayaka gasped in mock horror, staggering back as if she saw a ghost. "Oh my god, how relentless and cruel you are, Madoka Kaname! You really, actually, certainly want to deprive your friend of your mother’s delicious ice cream? You mastermind!!"
However, once again, it was replaced with a genuine broad smile; Sayaka was clearly unable to hold her cheer back while around the pinkette, as if Madoka really infected her with calm joy — something she wouldn’t achieve on her own that quickly. Though, if asked, she wouldn’t be able to describe it properly, aside from quite general ‘I feel better around her’; boring and mundane answer.
"Oh my, oh, oh, my, Madoka! When have you gotten that bold, huh? Openly — openly!! — admitting you want to see my underwear… what else this frightening succubus under the mask of a little adorable lady would attempt to woo me?!" And once again, a hug came in action after yet another cheerful giggle.
Silly as it was, around Madoka everything was alright to do.
Sayaka really didn’t let up on these openings that was for sure. If only Madoka had even the vaguest idea of how to turn things against the other. Sadly, witty comments and comeback were not exactly her specialty otherwise she’d of been avoiding these obvious set ups before they occurred.
“Sayakaaaaaaaa, you are playing unfair.” She pouted as the walked nearer to her house. “For that I might just actually sneak a peek, then we will see who is embarrassed.” Actually, trust me Madoka, you would be the one most embarrassed no matter what you did. “Though you know I can’t deny you ice cream. Even if you are a cheater when it comes to teasing me.” The pinkette was ever hopeful that her pouting would somehow win eventually. How long that would take was something one would never know.