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[seiyayamada]

(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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[americandiplomacy]

"Oh! Sure, all right then. Let me get my bag..." Surprisingly, it hadn't been stolen yet. Greg came from a place where leaving something unattended for more than a few minutes put it in danger, though it seemed a lot more trustworthy here... Especially in this specific place, despite the fact that he'd nailed some poor woman with ice. His drink was still in there, albeit warm, and the game card as well! How nice. The boy picked it up and then slid the can of cherry soda out, intent to drink it before it got too lukewarm.

He returned to Seiya after she'd finished the phone call, inclining his head as if to ask if their meeting was on. It most certainly was, and he nodded firmly before following her out.

(( Sure! Sounds like a plan. ))