Things had been surprisingly quiet for Kyouko lately, really. Ever since she met a certain girl, the lancer had been getting into trouble significantly less, the hours of the night once devoted to thievery and vandalism now filled with idle thoughts and moderate behavior. Funny, really, that anyone was capable of having that effect on her.
Not that she could say she was surprised; there was honestly just something about Mami that compelled you not to be reckless and violent. She was… soothing.
Which is exactly why Kyouko is at the familiar meeting spot tucked away in the recesses of the woods, hands in her pockets and russet eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Ah… Mami? Y’around?"