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(OOC: A loose post to just kind of get the hang of things and test the waters c:)

It was the beginning of yet another school term. Seiya stood in her family's store, sweeping the tile as time seemed to stands still. Yamada Mart had become a staple of their little area, yet the rate of customers was dwindling. Blaming it on local crime seemed cliche, yet Seiya couldn't help but wonder if the two were related. Setting her broom aside, she went to restock the shelves, eyeing the clock. Better opportunities awaited at quittin' time. The bell above the door chimed, causing her to turn and give a small bow. "Welcome to Yamada Mart." Halfheartedly, she turned back to her work, sighing.

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Oh, more people. Greg preferred it when they were alone, honestly. "Most everyone. I'm not really looking to change it, so..." He looked over his plate of dumplings and then plucked one up, taking a tiny bite to test the waters. It tasted all right, so he took a much larger one to follow. The phone was still in his other hand, and had been there since they sat down. Thankfully inactive, so at least Seiya could say she was keeping his attention!

(( Holy shit dude the lil reply window here just gets thinner and thinner ))

Seiya eyed his phone, chewing carefully. "If you want to play, you can. I've been told I talk a lot so, if I'm boring you..." shrugging, she wobbled a little on the chair, grasping the edge of the table with wide eyes. Close one!

A few girls across the way eyed them, talking among themselves.

"You know," after all that, she was still talking, "you-- ahhhh nevermind."

((soon it's gonna be like, one word per line))

"Uhh... Oh. I just like keeping it in my hand, I guess." He spun the phone between two fingers with a shrug, then took another large bite of the dumpling in his other hand. "You're not very boring... You keep moving, at any rate." Shrug.

Greg seemed either to not notice or not care about whoever happened to be watching them. Generally if he turned anyone's way here he either got a gasp or a cacophony of giggles, anyways. "I... Don't know, no. What?" He popped the rest of the thing into his mouth and gave Seiya an odd look.

She watched him spin the phone, a bit impressed. Hers usually just ended up on the floor when she tried to pick it up, let alone do little tricks. "About..." Seiya huffed, unsure of how to go about this, "about the crimes? Have you heard about them, I mean."

Jumbo shook his head from the bar, rinsing out a cup. "You're gonna scare him all the way back to Germany!"

"HE'S FROM ISTANBUL, JUMBO. GOD."

'Jumbo' at the bar got an odd look at his strange country-of-origin guess. Or maybe it was sarcasm? Then there was yelling! Good god. Gregory turned back to Seiya with that and raised an eyebrow. "Uhh..." Best to just ignore it, he supposed. It probably made him look pretty lame! "Yes. We were told about it when we moved here... That it was just a passing 'thing', though. Nothing to really worry about."

Truth be told, it didn't sound like Greg entirely believed what he was parroting back to his new... 'Friend'. The slightly dubious frown that followed it confirmed that fact. "It doesn't really sound like anyone here knows how to handle it, though."

"See, Jumbo? Mind you business." Seiya flashed a reassuring grin at Greg, finishing off her dumplings. "I think I saw one of the criminals. I can't be sure though..." It had been dark that night she'd claimed to see someone; and it didn't even really seem like a person anyway. Poor G probably thought she was borderline insane now.

"Have you seen anything?"

Jumbo turned to them again, "If she's bothering you just kick her."

"Uhh... Did you tell the police?" Sort of a dumb question, he regretted asking it the second he was done. Who the hell wouldn't tell the police? "W-- Of course you did, nevermind." Greg spun the phone a few more times while he thought about it, then had a bite of one of his last remaining dumplings. "Mm.. No, I haven't. One of the apartments on the floor below us got vandalized, but I was probably... Uh, asleep when it happened." Probably not, actually, because he often stayed up late!

Jumbo, in the meantime, was getting hard to just ignore. That seemed a little rude, too, so he finally turned to nod slowly at the man. "I'll keep that in mind... Any other tips?"

"Hmmm, interesting." Seiya finished up her drink, narrowing her eyes, "It just seems so centralized..."

Jumbo guffawed, wiping down the counter. "Just ignore her babbling. She thinks the crimes are following her."

Twisting to face the man, she flashed an obscene gesture, "That's because they are! G-kun believes me, right?"

Greg turned back to Seiya, with an very questionable expression. It looked like doubt, in that 'please tell me he's just joking' way. Last dumpling, by the way, and he took a sizable bite out of it. "Mm... That sounds kind of ridiculous. Unless you've got a good reason, or something." In other words, no. G-kun did not believe her.

((I TOLD YOU, BRO))

Seiya slumped back in her seat, swirling her straw in the ice. It clanked softly against the glass as she peered up at Greg, looking disheartened. "Nobody believes me. Even Miho-chan, yanno?" She spoke like she'd known him for years.

Jumbo looked a bit sad as well. It was all fun and games until someone's feelings were hurt.

(( GOOD THING THE PARENT BUTTON MAKES IT READABLE, SHIT ))

Oh. He'd partially thought she was joking, in the first place. "Uhhh..." If Seiya hadn't noticed by now, Greg had a tendency to make that noise when he was either thinking or had nothing better to say. "I mean, if you've got evidence or something..? More than just 'a hunch', is what I'm saying." The boy shifted in his seat and pulled the soda forward, now that he'd finished lunch. "It's just a strange thing to come out and say. If that makes sense."

She plucked out an ice cube, setting it on the table. Flicking it across the room, it flew, wailing a girl in the head. Oh well. "I do! It happens to everyone I know! That can't just be coincidence..." Seiya rested her chin in her palm, practically pouting.

"To be fair, you didn't know me before today. The thing I mentioned happened a week ago..." Gregory shrugged, and then took a look at Jumbo. "What about him? Did he get..." He didn't really know the word. The boy made the choice to rephrase, rather than make himself look more like an idiot. Or a stupid foreigner. Maybe both? "Is he included?"

Jumbo shrugged, "Just some vandals. Broken window here, kicked in door there." He started serving the other people, keeping an eye on Seiya's table.

Seiya bowed her head, groaning in frustration, "This blows. Everybody treats me weird because of it."

"Well, it's just a weird thing to up and say. Now that you, uh... Explained it, it doesn't sound as crazy." It still sounded crazy, to be perfectly honest, but he was bringing her down gently. It was a surprising show of consideration, at least. Something told him she'd end up taking it as support either way, though... And it was a good thing he didn't care too much about his public image, at that. "You must see a lot of crime, then."

"The police brigade should recruit me." She perked a bit, happy enough to joke. Seiya flicked another ice cube, watching it sail away.

"You in any clubs?" Figuring the topic was a little strained, she aimed to change it.

Greg watched that one too, looking somewhat impressed with the distance. "You'd get a uniform and a shiny badge, uh, at least." He shrugged, and then leaned back in his seat with a slight sigh at the question. It was one he always hated answering, because clubs were just such a... 'Thing' here. It hadn't been that way in America, and so... "Uhh... Nnno. I don't really have time, and I haven't even really looked at what's available." Something told him part of 'acclimating him' or whatever Seiya had said included joining a club.

"Ahhhh. I'm in English Club. It's sort of unofficial." Seiya flicked another, smacking a guy in the back of the head. He whipped around, glaring at her. She just laughed, grinning wildly at Greg like 'did you see that!?'

Another person in English club? This was the second he'd met, how peculiar. The first was at his job... Well, the daughter of the cafe's owner, actually. "Is that right? I don't think I'd get much use out of that one." Greg gestured at himself as if to point out that he was the whitest kid in the room, and then turned around in time to see some poor sap get hit with an ice cube. The guy immediately turned, and Gregory had to whip back around to face Seiya pretty quickly.

"Shit. Do you think he saw me?" There was a small hint of a smile on the boy's face; she'd somehow managed that. It was funny, though, so how could he not? Greg took a sip of his soda to mask it.

Bursting with laughter, she ducked under the table, eyes narrowing. "We've been compromised, we have to open fire." she whispered, gesturing to his cup. "Can I count on you in battle?"

Seiya loved turning everything into a stupid game or challenge, and this was no different.

Greg looked around rather than following her under the table, just to make sure they weren't getting any dirty looks from the waitstaff... Everything seemed all right, though. Something told him Seiya did this kind of thing a lot. "Uhh... I dunno, I can't say I've ever even flicked an ice cube, before."

He did pluck one out of his half-finished soda regardless, and then gave it his best shot. Not at anyone in particular, though; Greg chose instead to launch his at the backrest of Seiya's booth now that she was apparently hiding. It hit with more velocity than he'd predicted and simply bounced back onto the table with a small clatter. "Huh."

She tried to hold in more abundant laughter, covering her mouth with her hand, "G-Good enough!"

The man across the restaurant now seemed to be over the first launch, eating his noodles in peace. Seiya lined 4 ice cubes along the table, aiming them with an intensely serious stare. "Ready the canons, my good man!"

With an eyebrow lifted, Greg set three of his ice cubes down at the table and then chewed on his lip absently while looking for a 'target'. "You're not going to hit that same guy, right? Get the feeling I'd be the one with, uhh... A bloody nose, at the end of the day." It was hard to find a living target, actually, that seemed a little rude! He figured that he'd aim for something a little more challenging instead: There was a hat placed a little precariously on the corner of a table nearby; if he could dislodge that it'd have to be worth some kind of cred.

"What, why not?" Seiya blinked a few times, staring at him like he was speaking swahili. "He won't punch you, I can take him!" Sensing his worry, she did give in, aiming at the girls in the corner instead. Grinning devilishly, she flicked them, watching the ice chunks sail.

Two landed in the brunette's cup while the others pelted her friend. Seiya fell back in her seat, howling.

Whether or not she could take him, Greg really didn't like any kind of altercation! It seemed she'd given in, though, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief while they both apparently took aim. He gnawed at his lip some more in concentration and then let his fly as soon as Seiya did the same. His first two missed the hat entirely, clacking uselessly on the ground when they didn't go far enough, and then the final one bounced off of that table's edge and pegged one of its customers right in the chest. It slid right down the woman's shirt while poor Gregory watched on in horror, and then immediately straightened up to face his tablemate.

There was an "Eeeiyaaah!" from the direction he'd launched his cube, and then the woman stood up to shake and wiggle a little oddly until the cube dropped onto the floor.

Greg considered himself totally dead, at this point, if she'd seen him. To make things worse, it was hard not to laugh!