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Thankfully he was able to pick up most of what she meant! Gregory had more problems with speaking the language than understanding it... Reading was also no problem at all, while writing tended to be slower. Typical of someone learning any language! "Is that right..?" If Seiya was talking about skipping school, he'd never dream of it! Not that that was something he vocalized.

"It's not too expensive, uh, I'll assume?" Considering he just dropped two thousand yen on games, Seiya might've easily assumed he had money to throw around. The truth was that he kept a close eye on his spending, just to make sure he had enough for the games and other related things at the end of the day. "Well, either way..."

"Psh, it's my treat, G-kun." She rolled her eyes as if this was a given, taking him to a seat. She flopped beside him, tapping the menu three times. A waiter appeared, grinning. A hearty man he was, standing 6 feet tall and every sense of the word large. He beamed down a them, licking the tip of his pen.

"Welcome! Sei-chan, this you new boyfriend?"

Seiya laughed, ignoring the question. "We'll have... two of the usual." She decided for both of them, propping her feet up on the table.

"Oh..." Was it rude to object to that? Something told him it might be, but then he really didn't want to cut into someone else's paycheck. Nnnf. By the time Greg finished arguing in his head, though, they were seated and there was the waiter. Oh, god, he was huge. "Uh, no, I'm not--" And then he was ordered for. Well, okay! Hopefully it was good.

Gregory sort of reflexively took out his phone, that's just what he did in places like this, though he didn't bury his nose in it just yet. Instead the boy spun it in one hand, absently. "You seem a lot more... Excited, outside of the shop." Just an observation.

With that said, he took his first look around the actual place...

The place seemed rather run down, a lot like Yamada Mart. Clean, yet dated. It was the host to about 10 tables, not including the bar. The windows were incredibly clean, a few characters written in marker on the surface. It probably dictated the specials, but it seemed present company already knew them by heart.

Seiya wiggled her feet as the large man set down two glasses of soda. "Food'll be ready in a minute."

"Thanks Jumbo." saluting him, she turned to face Greg. "Well yeah, work is boring. Touring a gaijin around sure isn't, though." She shrugged, folding her arms behind her head. "You seem awfully serious, man. Who spit in your rice balls?"

If it looked similar to the mom 'n' pop shop, that meant it probably also had mom 'n' pop prices. Greg was less reserved about having her pay with that in mind, at least. Oh! Drinks. "Uh, ah... Sumimasen-- Wait, no. Uh, thank you, that is." God dammit.

His eyes fixed on Seiya's when she got to talking at him, and G made a slight face at the 'gaijin' comment. It wasn't the first time he'd heard the word and probably wouldn't be the last. "Right..." That small frown didn't last long; it was back to his normal line-faced expression. "Uh, I don't know. Everyone's like me in America." That wasn't exactly painting his country in a good light, but then he had no reason to care about that anymore.

Seiya grinned, amused at his struggle with her language. Sipping her drink, she watched a few students filter in, taking seats and giggling.

"Everyone? Weird." she noted, rocking back on the hind legs of her chair. Jumbo reappeared with some dumplings, setting a plate before each of them. Seiya began to nibble on the food, humming happily to herself. "Well, it'll be my job to teach you how to fit in here, then." Volunteering herself without really asking seemed to be her forte.

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!

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.