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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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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!

Seiya was absolutely losing it, making no effort to conceal the big smile on her face, let alone her booming laughter. Customers began to eye them, but this just caused more roaring laughter from Seiya. She nudged Greg's arm, tears pouring down her face.

"That.... that was AMAZING ahahahaha!! You're a sharp shooter!"

Poor Greg looked a mixture of guilty and about-to-laugh, lips pursed and eyes a little wide. Seiya's roaring laughter wasn't helping him stay subtle, and now he was getting a death glare from the woman who'd just done her little ice-shirt-dance. "Shhhshsh! We're gonna get-- Hrrk-- Gonna get in trouble..!" Luckily for him, the clearly offended woman just sat down and resigned to giving him death glares for likely the rest of forever. Gregory let out an odd chuckle rather than a sigh of relief, thoroughly suppressed. This guy refused to have a good time!

Scrunching up her nose, Seiya flicked a stray cube at Greg. "You seriously need to relax, man." It seemed their game had caused him to loosen up slightly, but she felt she hadn't full cracked him. Oh well, there was always more time in the world, right?

Well, he could handle dirty glares... That was fine. Greg grunted slightly when the ice cube pegged him square in the chest, casting a flat sort of glare in Seiya's direction. It didn't seem like he was going to stay 'loosened up' as she'd called it for very long. The boy had another sip of his soda, now with significantly fewer ice cubes, and then leaned back in his seat once again. "I'm plenty relaxed. That's all I do, even in class, Seiyaaa..." Shit, he said her name. Shit, shit, shit. "... -San?" He tried not to sound confused... Gregory was pretty sure that was the right one!

Her mouth formed an O and her eyebrows raised. She clapped her hands, amazed. "Wow! Good job! [DING DING DING] right!" Seiya was legitimately proud. Yes, it was decided, she'd take him under her wing. "Well how should I know how you are in class? I'm your senpai, after all."

He shrugged with the question, choosing not to answer. It sort of felt like all eyes were on them, now, and most of those eyes were just below some very angry eyebrows. Greg had the urge to change the subject, with that thought! "Do you work there every day? Yamada Mart, I mean. It's on my way home from school, so..." He didn't really have a way to finish that, actually. The boy made a slight face. "Y'know. Just wondering." It wasn't like he planned to offer his patronage, or anything!

"Yep. Particularly after school." Seiya rolled her eyes, poking her straw around. "My dad owns it." She rested her chin in her palm, kicking her feet uncomfortably. "I put the Yamada in Yamada Mart. Literally."

"Well, your game cards are cheaper than the place I usually go. So are the drinks... I'll come by, when I get a chance." Greg nodded, though he didn't sound particularly committed. That was practiced and intentional, of course! "Can you just... Uhh, close it at any time?" Seiya had done it awfully hastily today!

Ah! Awesome! He totally didn't hate her! Seiya shook her cup, Jumbo heading over to refill it with a smile. "Yeah, pretty much. My dad doesn't really care." It was true. The Yamada's were about as hands on as a person with.... no hands.

Well, it seemed like they had things in common! At least in the daddy department... Sort of. Greg shrugged yet again, that seemed to be his default-idle-motion over there. "So, uhh..." How was he going to phrase this? "Tell me more about that... Uh, crime thing, will you? Got me curious." No, too ambiguous. "... Following you, that is." He'd determined Seiya as not-actually-insane-or-maybe-a-little through conversation, so now it was more intriguing than just rambling madness.

"I think I found the source. It's dumb though." Yet, here she was, expanding on it anyway. "You ever looked in a mirror? And I mean reeeeeeally looked." On 'reaaaally' she leaned closer to him, as if it was top secret.