infinite_reflection | The Hell Just Happened?

Miho let out a slow breath as their senpai drifted off. She continued cleaning her wound, being as gentle as possible. Rather soon it was all cleaned out and wrapped up tightly but carefully. With an apologetic smile, the girl held out her hand for Gregory. It was no where near as bad as Seiya's, but there was a jagged cut along her palm (from the ice) that was still freshly bleeding. “It just needs to be cleaned out with water and antiseptic, then wrapped up. E-easy peasy.”

"Right. Okay, that's easy enough." Unfortunately for her, he didn't seem to be the most gentle guy when it came to this sort of thing. The water came first; he dumped a small bit from the glass of now warm-ish water onto the cut and then dabbed at it with the towel she hadn't used on Seiya. "Right, and now..." Antiseptic came from the table, having been pulled out of the first aid kit for their much more injured friend, and he dumped (that's not a good word) a fair amount right onto the little gash. Whoops!

When she was done reacting unfavorably to that, Greg wrapped her hand up with a slightly apologetic look. When he was done he stood up, rubbing both palms together and then glancing around. "So... Uh, today. That was something..."

((you guys can carry on here if you want c: I'll wake Seiya up in a few posts))

((OKay! I just fell asleep lol ;_;))

Miho nodded her head in a silent reply. Her teeth were set and her jaw was clenched. Oddly enough, she had a pretty large pain threshold when it was something she was expecting. She winced and fiercely blinked back tears when he dumped a painful amount of antiseptic on her... And then it was done! Yay, all wrapped up.

She pulled her hand back in with a shuddering breath and a sniffle. "Y-yea, yes, huh? That was really..."

Greg was quiet for a moment, even though he was the one who talked first. He looked down to Seiya on the couch and then back up to Miho, looking like he couldn't figure out what exactly to say. It came to him before too long, though, and the boy shook his head with a sigh. "I don't know how we're going to, uh... Explain this. We can't tell anyone, Seiya-san said the police already laughed at her." Hands went into his pockets and he hunched over a little bit.

"We can just hope... Uh... Hope that was it, I guess. Maybe they'll back off now that whatever came out of the elevator killed them." Something told him otherwise, though. Dammit.

“So.. It'll be just us?” She nodded a little to herself, looking down at her hands. Miho compared the bandaged one to the normal one, and then put on a smile. “Well, if it's something um.. Y'know, dangerous. Which it obviously is.. At least Seiya-chan can protect people.” That thing had obviously come from her, hadn't it? “I wish we could, too..”

Gregory shrugged. In all honesty, there could be other people like that, when he thought about it. Logic dictated they'd be able to find and possibly connect with those people in... What should he call it? 'That place they went' would do for now. They could find others, if there were others, that knew the same things they did. Of course, Greg would go with a weapon next time. If there was a next time, at any rate! "Yeah, I guess so." Another look in Seiya's direction; that thing had definitely come out of her. "Maybe we can. When she's more awake she can, uh... Probably tell us how she did it."

It was strange, really. Greg had been scared out of his mind and he still was at the thought of going back there, but there was also a building curiosity to contend with that. There was another button in the elevator when he'd sent them home, and that meant there was more of that world to potentially explore. With something like what came out of Seiya he'd definitely be free to do just that. "Mmm..." Gregory was a little space-y at the moment.

"Oh! Haha, ah, want some tea, G-chan?" She offered him a smile now that she wasn't freaking out anymore. Her hand was throbbing, and she was a tid bit worried about Seiya, but.. No reason not to be a good hostess, right?!

"Uhh... I've never been a big fan, heh. Sorry. I'm not really thirsty anyway, so..." Actually he was quite parched, but asking Miho for something like a soda seemed weird! That was all he usually drank... Carbonated things and occasionally fruit juice, if there was none of the aforementioned around. "Obviously, uh, you can have some... Like, I wouldn't consider it rude. Or anything." Greg rubbed the back of his neck. He'd botched that a little bit. Oh well?

Greg decided to just change the subject, and after a look around the apartment he drew his eyebrows in. "How're you gonna explain this to your mother? I can help you clean up, uh, on that note."

"M-mm, that's okay. I'll leave the clean up until Seiya-chan is awake. I don't mind doing it." Miho shook her head, letting her shoulders untense a tad. Greg had prepped tea for them all, so she helped herself to some of that. "It's really like something out of a video game, huh?"

Greg stayed standing, he was more comfortable at the moment that way, and reached up to rub at his chin with that question. "I guess it is. Uh... More dangerous, though. Probably not good to think of it like that." That wasn't to say he wouldn't be thinking that way, too, though. The boy found himself staring at the ceiling in thought. "It's probably still dangerous. For you and me, uh, I meant. My reflection was different the other day in the elevator, Miho-san. I don't know if you've seen anything other than yourself, but that means I'm potentially at risk."

With a sigh he looked back down to Miho, outwardly seeming more annoyed than afraid at that possibility. "I'm alone at home most afternoons, so we'll just hope not, huh?"

“Don't worry, G-san. I'll give you my cellphone number. If you get into trouble... Seiya-chan and I will protect you, okay?” She offered him a bright smile. It seemed like she was all cheer again now that they were safe – also, she was completely serious! She was vowing to protect him!

"Oh... Uh, sure. I can give you mine..." Gregory pulled out his phone, moving to the contacts screen and then getting Miho's number. He got her home number, too, just in case! She was given his as well, and then he returned the phone to his pocket. Greg would get Seiya's later, after she'd woken up...

He wasn't sure on all this vow of protection business! Still, it'd be weird not to make the same promise, so... "Yeah... I'll, uh, I'll protect you guys too. The best I can, anyway." Greg really needed to find a weapon. Maybe right now... "... Uh. I should go, I think. Unless you need me here?"

“Umm. Nope! I guess not. Not unless you want to hang out.” Her head tilted slightly. “Though, aha, maybe it’s a weird time for casual get togethers? I don’t know~. If you want to go, you can go. I don’t mind!” Miho nodded assuringly as she absently sunk back into the couch (it was big enough for Seiya to lie on and probably for Miho to lie on too if she wanted to). “I mean, um.. I could make a snack, maybe..”

Greg shrugged, noncommittal as always, and then leaned over to pull his impressively bloodied jacket off of Seiya. Yep, it was ruined! Oh well, he had more at home... "I probably should, uh, yeah. Make my way home, that is. The weather said it was going to rain today, I don't wanna take my chances." It was already misting outside, just a bit, and it'd probably just get worse from there.

Poor Miho wouldn't have much of a chance to protest, because he was on his way to the door already! The boy gave her a small wave and then stepped out with a lot on his mind. It'd be an interesting trip home.

J..jeez. Miho sunk into her couch, waving a hand absently to Gregory as he left. Her eyes drifted shut a bit and she sighed. What a day, what a day! That had been terrifying, but kind of cool. “What’re we going to do, Seiya-chan…?” Even though her senpai was sleeping.

As Miho sat down beside her, Seiya regained consciousness, sitting up slowly. Cradling her hand, she let out a little pained huff.

"S'going on? How long was I out?"

"Oh! Oh, heey." Miho looked rather relieved to see Seiya awake! She was a bit of a worrywart, after all. "Umm, hm, not too long. Maybe ten, twenty minutes? G-san left already.. He looked kind of out of it, aha. How're you feelin'?"

"Very tired." She flashed a weak smile, hoping to at least make Miho believe she was fine. "Thanks for... yanno." She waved her bandaged hand, "This."

"Of course! It's the least I could do, right?" She returned the smile as she shoved some of her hair behind her ear. "Don't worry about it. You saved us, and all.. That was crazy- Um! Do you want some tea? Or food? Maybe you should sleep." Worrywart.

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