Miho Tanaka ([personal profile] terminalshow) wrote in [community profile] infinite_reflection2012-04-12 09:52 am
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April 15th


April 2nd, 2012, early morning

It would be sunny today. She could tell. Despite a fine fog clouding the streets of Okachi so early in the morning, it would definitely be sunny later in the day. Why was she going to school so early in the morning, anyway...? Hikari Endo of class 2-F had been in a fog for days now. She hadn't been getting much sleep or much of anything done. But today was the first day of school, so of course she had to go. It was like her mind was stuck in a daze – she often found herself standing aimlessly in front of her bathroom mirror and completely unsure of how she'd gotten there.

So far she was the only one on the path to school. Her footfalls were heavy against the cement and seemed to echo unnaturally. One of her hands rose to rub at the side of her head as she heaved a sigh. “What in the hell is wrong with me...?”

April 2nd, 2012, morning

Eh? What? The girl blinked, fluttering her long lashes. She was staring at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Crisp morning sunlight filtered through one of the windows, casting her shadow out against the bathroom tile in an almost ominous fashion. Come to me...

Her eyes went half lidded. Had she heard that correctly? She raised a hand to lightly brush her finger tips against the smooth surface of the mirror. It rippled like a pond that had been disturbed, and her reflection smiled. Hikari didn't seem to notice. Everything was fuzzy... She wanted to sleep forever. Come. The reflection in the mirror beckoned her forward, and she obediently climbed on top of the sink counter.

With her forehead leaned against the cool glass she exhaled... And fell through.

April 9th, 2012, early morning

How long had Hikari been waiting here, on top of the elementary building roof? She was drenched from the mist of rain that had been falling for the last several hours. Strands of her long black hair clung to her face as she stared dully out at nothing. The bags under her eyes were huge, and her shoulders were trembling ever so slightly. She'd asked Kiyomi Katsuragi, a fifth grade teacher, to meet her here this morning. The teacher came reluctantly, holding an umbrella.

“Endo-san, you promised you wouldn't call me like this anymore... What's the matter with you? You don't look well.”

“Call me Hikari. You always used to call me Hikari,” Her voice was hollow.

“Well I can't anymore! We agreed to this! You understood!” Kiyomi backed up as the slender framed Hikari advanced. She was slouched oddly, but her eyes were intent upon the teacher's face.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall...”

A scream tore through the morning quiet and then cut short.

April 15th, 2012, afternoon

Strangled sobs were vaguely audible from the girl's bathroom on the second floor of Eizou Academy. Class was in session at the moment, however, so no one had come. She was lucky that way. The state of the bathroom was quite a sight to behold. The mirror that spanned the entire left wall was shattered in spots. Splatters of blood marked the glass and dripped to the counter. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Mumbled words from the hysteric girl sitting on the tiled floor. There was a lot of blood, and it was easy to guess that it was all hers.

Sunshine brightly illuminated the blood on the stalls and the floor, and glinted off of the shard of mirror firmly in Hikari's hand. Her body was in a bad state and her skin had gone a sickly pale. The shard of mirror was lifted and plunged into the torn up flesh of her thigh over and over while she sobbed out the words 'I'm sorry'. Eventually she slumped against the tile, whispering the word 'Kiyomi' before her eyes shut for good.

She'd written messages into the tile and onto the stalls, all in blood.


mirror, mirror, on the Wall,
push them down
and wAtch them fall


i'm sorry Kiyomi

rEflections

yoUr shadow

Please don't go

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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-12 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Greg wasn't paying much attention to where he was going while he navigated the school's halls. Today had been boring, they were learning math that he'd already studied ahead and figured out himself, so he'd done his usual thing: Asked to go to the bathroom. Now he planned to stay there for as long as was reasonably possible and play games on his dumb phone. The boy had a lot on his mind, though, mostly events from the past few days... It was that which caused him to push the door to the girls' bathroom open rather than the one he'd intended, and there was an oddly wet and squishy noise when he stepped in... A pool of red?

With his attention suddenly torn back to the real world and out of his thoughts, he glanced up with a whole lot to suddenly take in. Greg's eyes darted around the gory bathroom, it was like something out of a horror movie, and then they focused on one of the nearby mirrors. It was the only one not halfway concealed by blood, and curiously enough there was no reflection of... Anything in it. Not him, not the bathroom, just a plain sheet of shiny glass. His eyebrows furrowed, that was very interesting for whatever reason, and Gregory somehow ignored the rest of the scene to take a few cautious steps closer to that. "Uh..." It seemed a little silly, even to him, to try and talk to a mirror of all things. "H.. Hello..?"

Behind that sheet of reflective glass, not that Gregory could see it, was what looked like... Well, him! A few key differences, notably the luminescent yellow eyes and the wide grin on his face, made it pretty obvious that this was someone else. It responded, too, which came out of the blue! Unfortunately, it also knew exactly what he wanted to hear as well as his first language. "[You want one, right? What Seiya's got]?"

He was in a bit of a daze, and the sudden voice despite no one else in the bathroom wasn't terribly alarming. "[Uh...]" To make things even more odd, Greg felt like he had no problem being honest. "[... Yeah. What's it called?]" Greg was at the sink in front of the mirror, now, leaning on it and staring blankly into the thing.

"[Who cares? I can give you one. Climb in; you have to be on the other side to get it.]"

The boy's eyebrows furrowed. Something about this didn't make sense, but he had one knee up on the sink already regardless. "[I gotta, uhh... Get back to class, so... Only for a second, okay?]" Both knees, then, and he had one palm pressed to the bloody wall to steady himself. The other hand was reaching toward the glass, slowly but surely, and its surface rippled while another similar hand reached right out!

"[A liiiittle closer..!]" The grin on his reflected self's face was growing wider, and its hand was so close--

RIIIIIIIIING!

Gregory shifted, the bell signifying lunch startling him out of whatever daze he'd been in, and lost balance at the same time. "Ah, what the f--!" He fell off of the sink and flat onto his back, grunting heavily with the force. The back of the poor boy's head smacked against the tile, too, so everything was blurry for a moment... He turned his head to the side while his vision re-focused, and when it did there was-- A fucking dead body! Facing him and covered in blood! "[OH, CHRIST!]" The whole bathroom was bloody! How was he only just noticing this?!

After hopping up, he glanced at the mirror from before to find that it was behaving normally. There he was along with the bathroom behind him, and... Writing? It was backwards in the mirror, so he turned around to get a better look. There were several messages, actually, all over the bathroom. It occurred to Gregory that he was shaking, then, and a trembling hand got to fiddling with his phone. "[Police, poliiice...]" What was the number for that over here?! Oh, right, it was just backwards.

The boy hastily dialed 1-1-9, lifting the phone to his ear and then gnawing at his lip while reading the decidedly 'colorful' messages the student had left behind. "Come onnn, pick uuup..."
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-12 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The boy did have an idea of what the messages meant, or at least one facet of them. He'd taken pictures of every single one while waiting for the police to arrive, storing them on his cell phone to show a few other likely interested parties later... Probably illegal, but then no one ever had to know. Greg high-tailed it out of there the moment he was finished, though, and stood outside the bathroom door with a fair bit of blood on him until the police arrived. Rumors were already flying by the time the bathroom was roped off and they'd escorted the poor boy into a nearby empty classroom for questioning.

The first round of them had been difficult, given he was a little out of it, and now they were on the second while he was more lucid. "Uh... Sorry, my Japanese isn't the best. If I'm ever slow, I mean..." Greg cleared his throat, and then tried to think. Did he know her? Not that he could recognize the body in the state she'd ended up in, but still. "No, I don't think I even ever passed her in the halls, uh, or anything."
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-12 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He definitely felt all eyes on him, and the occasional gasp from outside the partially ajar door wasn't helping that any. "Uh... I'm in 2-F. It's-- Oh, she was in that class, wasn't she? I guess I... Have seen her, then." Greg's expression was very dull as usual, though the trained detective could likely see that he was still in a bit of shock after all of this. It was most easy to detect in his speech. "I know it sounds weird, but I really did just accidentally end up in there..." When he thought about it, he really did seem like a suspect! They hadn't called him one, but did they even tell that kind of thing to potential suspects? Thankfully he hadn't been completely covered in blood, just the parts of him that had touched the ground and the walls... That meant he couldn't have done all that stabbing and writing, right? Whew!

"Uhm, right. I'll give you my cell number. Oh, and my dad's, we don't have a land-line." Greg wrote them down and handed the notepad over with a nod. The rest of the questions were pretty simple, mostly about him rather than the crime itself, he figured they were just trying to figure out if he was lying or withholding any information. Thankfully he got away without them checking his phone, and that meant he could show the pictures to the two he knew would find them most interesting. Speaking of, maybe he could find Miho on the way out.

Greg was released just as the bell rang to signify that school had ended, lucky for him, and he headed for classroom 2-F to see about finding that girl.
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-13 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
His mind raced while he navigated to the classroom, filled with all of the things he wanted to tell Miho and the pictures that he wanted to show her... But by the time he actually reached the classroom's doorway, that urge was all but gone. Greg just wanted to forget all of that, now! Besides, Hikari was in their same class, and that meant there was a chance Miho knew her. It could just get really complicated, and really he just wanted a normal rest of the day...

Thankfully she was still there when he did arrive, the only one there actually, and he watched her write fervently for a moment before stepping away from the doorway and into the classroom. "You, uh... You really like to study, huh?" Greg knocked on her desk, with that.
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-13 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Greg blinked... He hadn't really thought of an excuse. "Uh... No. I just had something to do after lunch, that's all." At least that meant that rumors weren't already flying! He'd spotted at least one face that matched the usual gossip-girl group, so by tomorrow it'd probably be all over the damned school. The fact that he'd been questioned by police, that is! Of course, it could be all over already, and Miho just wasn't the type to listen to gossip.

"Anyway. Taking notes? Lots of them, uh, by the looks of it... Why are you writing this many?"
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-13 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh..." Honestly, he hadn't really expected anyone to notice his absence. Let alone take notes for him! "Uh, I shouldn't need them... Thanks, though. I'll take them anyway, I mean." Ooohh, jeez, she'd mentioned Hikari. Greg looked awkward for a moment, briefly considered telling her that the notes wouldn't technically be necessary, and then just gave it up. "Uhh... Right."

Taking a sideways seat at the desk beside her, the boy lifted his phone up to his face. "So... Did you hear about the girls' bathroom?" Telling her that much would be harmless. "They closed it off, for uh... Some reason or another."
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-13 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Taking the stapled pile with a nod, Gregory finished up the text message he was sending his father and then pocketed the phone again. He flipped through the sheets of paper, looking as impressed as a line-faced boy could, and then shrugged his bookbag off of one shoulder to slide those right in. "Thanks. And, uh, yeah. It's all shut down... You know how gossip works, though. We'll know by tomorrow, heh." Unfortunately.

Now wasn't the time to think about that, though, so Greg stood up and adjusted the jacket he was in. "Do you wanna go to the mall? We never got to, uh, that one time... And the forecast says it'll be all right today." Granted, it had last time as well! "If you're free, is what I meant." He'd never asked! Whoops. Greg really was out of it, a little.
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-13 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Greg looked mildly surprised at the English reply... It was the only word Miho said in his first language, though, so he wasn't about to start talking with it. Mall food sounded good to him as well, actually! "Uhh... Purikura..." He was trying to remember just what that was. Oh! It was the booth with the thing and... Yeah. He'd never done it in New York, or ever, so... May as well tell her that. "Well, I've never done it before. You'll have to, like... Teach me?"

He'd already started walking, and she'd have to do the same to keep up!
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-14 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he definitely wan't gonna tell her. Greg was oddly silent while they navigated the cop-filled hall, though, and a few even looked at him as though they recognized him. He really hoped Miho didn't notice! Leaving school was a massive relief, and his slightly hunched shoulders lowered themselves as soon as they'd exited the gate. The boy also got more talkative, so that was nice!

The skytrain was fun enough, it was certainly more fun than the subway back home... He was still getting used to both the speed and height of it, though. It was a thankfully short ride and let them off right into the mall, which was nice! The place was fairly crowded, as usual, and it seemed like they'd have to choose either the arcade or food court first... They were in opposite directions. "So... Are you hungry, or uh... Do you want to do the picture thing?"
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-14 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmm... He wasn't a big fan of carrot cake, but Miho seemed pretty excited about it. Greg took one for the team (or just himself?) and gave her a slow nod. "Uhh, sure. That sounds good, lead the way?" His head was on a swivel while the swooning girl led him further into the mall; this was awfully crowded. He'd never really liked crowded places, especially noisy ones, and this was no different. Hopefully the pastry shop would be less crowded on the inside... Though, if it was popular, probably not. "Is it always like this, uh, after school?"
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-14 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, clubs weren't even over which meant this was just going to get worse. Greg was very pleased to find the shop they were going to mostly empty, though, and seemed to visibly calm just a bit when they got inside. The lady at the counter obviously knew Miho, he figured she was a regular, and the boy was reaching for his wallet when she offered to pay. He had no real choice and just accepted! "Oh, uh... Yeah, sure, we can walk." After taking the slice, Gregory stepped in time with her and they got to moving.

Greg was fine with following her, she probably knew the mall better, and took a cautious bite of his carrot cake. He wasn't usually a fan, but it ended up being pretty all right! "Hmm. What else is there, uh, here? Besides the normal mall stuff... What's popular, I meant."
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-15 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
The arcade sounded like a place he'd enjoy, and possibly a reason to come back here at some point with or without someone to hang out with. Greg had passed it a few times on his very short visits here, but never actually gone in! "I, uhh... I'm pretty bad with crowds too, so. If it gets bad we can find someplace more quiet, huh?" The boy sort of regretted that after he'd said it, it sounded really weird. Also, a little creepy. Hopefully Miho wouldn't take it odd? "Uh... So, yeah."

Topic change! Quickly, yes. Gregory cleared his throat while they walked. "What kind of games do you usually play..? I'm, uh... A pretty big fan of the rail shooters. Where you hold the gun and all that, y'know?"
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-16 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Greg was all right at fighters, but certainly not spectacular. He'd seen how good Miho was at the Tekken game she likely hadn't picked up in ages, and that meant she'd be even better at current arcade games. Getting one's butt kicked in those sorts of games was never fun! At least the girl didn't seem like the trash-talking and elitist type, huh? "Uh, sure, we can do both. A fighting game and a shooter, I mean. I know it's kinda old, but Time Crisis is probably my favorite..." There hadn't been a new one in quite a while! Arcades almost always had one of the old machines, though.

It didn't take them too long to get there, and Gregory at least had finished his half-slice of carrot cake by the time they'd arrived. The place looked a little crowded, but these places always were so the boy had come to expect it. Several machines looked open regardless, though they would probably fill up after clubs let out... They'd have to get their gaming in real soon! "So, uh, which first? You know the place better than me, and all that."
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-16 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Greg followed her to the arcade machine, looking around and marveling at the sheer size of this place. Arcades in America were more of a niche thing (for total losers), but it seemed like a lot of students had no problem showing their faces here. Hmmm! Street Fighter it was, a game that he was actually current on and could maybe play well, and the boy was quick to choose his favorite character. "Guile it is, uh... Heh. Guess it's not surprising that I'm choosing the American." He just liked the guy, okay? "I'm better at this than Tekken, so..!" Hopefully he wouldn't eat those words.
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-17 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
He may have over-estimated his skill a bit, to be fair. Greg wasn't quite used to a fight stick, he didn't have the money to blow and felt a controller worked just fine, and Miho seemed like she was more used to it! The result was a pretty shameful defeat at the hands of what must have been an almost tournament-ready opponent, and Greg was left a little stunned by the second time the announcer yelled 'PERFECT!'. Fuck.

"Uhh... Well. Do you trick all your friends into Street Fighter, huh?" Thankfully the boy didn't sound upset or anything, that was more playful... Or as playful as he could get. "You play this a lot, don't you? You're, uhh... Really, really good." Needless to say, he didn't want a rematch! Greg conveyed this by taking a step back and rubbing the side of his head. He really did get his shit handed to him!
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-17 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that was kind of funny to see from Miho. Gregory snorted at the sudden trash-talk (it was just a part of the 'fighting game community', as it were, and he expected it) and noted the vague symbolism there. Chun Li's Chinese, but the message was the same! "Getting enthusiastic is, uh... Part of gaming, y'know. I'd be doing the same if I shut you out like that, heh." Time Crisis had less of a system to win with, granted there were points involved, but it'd hardly be as impressive as a double-perfect! Still, Gregory was sure of his victory there especially since she'd mentioned she was pretty terrible at those sorts of games.

Still, Greg needed a little cooldown period after getting his ass handed so thoroughly to him. "How about we do that, uh... Purikura thing? I'll pay for this one, since I sort of owe you."
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-17 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Miho got an odd look with her insistence, but he thankfully didn't pay it too much mind or argue any further. "Uh, sure then. If you're sure, anyways." The arcade sure was crowded... Yeah, he'd thought about that when they came in, but he was still stuck on it! Who knew this many people liked to play games? Publicly, too, and not just dumb sports and shooting games. "This place is all right. I might, uh, have to come back here... Pretty often." It beat spending money on point cards for his phone.

It made sense that the one in the arcade would be the best, at least to Greg. The place was made just for things like that, camera-booths included! The thing itself looked a little less... 'Fancy' than he'd expected, honestly, but what mattered was the inner workings he supposed. To be honest, though, he didn't really understand the draw... It was just a camera with rudimentary photoshop built in. Maybe he'd figure it out as they went. "Uh, you can do whatever you want to me, I guess. I'm not really good at making things look, uhmm... 'Cute'." What a surprise!
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-17 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Greg stood back to watch a master at work, or so it seemed. She breezed through the several menus full of options impressively quick, and obviously knew exactly what to do. Better than him who knew literally nothing, so he'd defer to her expertise. The backdrop looked a little... Cutesy, but he had a feeling it was the least of his worries as that sort of thing went. "Huh? Oh... I just stand--"

Too slow, he'd just stood up into a less relaxed position and there was a sudden flash. It caught him with a slightly startled face, adjusting his tie and looking altogether pretty bad. The next flash caught him with the annoyed expression of 'oh, what the hell' that followed, and then finally he was on the X and in a decent position! Christ! "Dammit."
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-18 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"All right, uh--" He managed to get the peace-sign up, granted with a very ill-fitting and slightly bored expression, and then somehow kept up despite the quick pace going on there. When they were done Greg relaxed with a little huff, rolling his shoulders and then looking to Miho. "Faster than I expected, uh, heh. I'll be more ready next time... Uh, if there is one." The photoshop-esque part sounded interesting enough...

Greg moved to Miho's side near the little screen and shrugged. "Sure, I'll give it a shot. It's, uh... You're probably gonna do most of it." Still, it was a process he wanted to see.
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-20 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Looked easy enough, like clipart but a lot more cutesy and... Japanese, go figure. "Real cute, uh, yeah. I'd make a pretty bad wolf, I think. Don't look particularly vicious." Greg kept his hands in his pockets and watched her go, having no problem with doing things that way. He wasn't exactly the most creative guy in history, and coupled with general laziness it meant he'd rather sit back and watch Miho do all the work, too. "So, do we... We both get pictures, right? Like, copies."
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-20 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Miho was pretty fast and efficient as this kind of thing went... 'This kind of thing' being adding clipart to pictures, but she definitely seemed practiced regardless! Greg nodded when she hit the print button and then followed her outside to the small printer. Looks like they had a bit to wait, huh? "Oh, uh... No big deal. I dunno where I'll keep them... Somewhere in my room, probably." He did have a lockbox where he kept a few important things, but this hardly seemed like it absolutely needed protection... Eh, still, it'd work. Maybe he'd cut one out and shove it in his wallet, too, for good measure.

"How are you doing? Uh, just... Y'know, asking. Your apartment freaked out at all lately?" He was joking, of course... Hopefully she didn't say yes. A little small talk while it printed..!
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-21 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was gonna head to, uh... Yamada Mart on the way home, so I'll see her there. I'll tell her you say 'hi' and all that." Greg was honestly pretty happy that the poor girl hadn't been terrorized anymore... Miho seemed pretty easy to frighten, in all honesty, or at least easy to work up. "And I'm glad. Whatever it was didn't hurt us, so... Maybe it, uh. Like, it can't or something." Since their upperclassman's little elevator stunt, he was more inclined to refer to this as a real thing and not just their imaginations. On that note, he was very happy that the mess of horrible shadows that got slaughtered in the corridor had no way of getting to their side! ... Or he was pretty sure, anyway. Ehheh.

One set of pictures was done, and Greg plucked that up to move beside Miho and let them both check 'em out. Thanks to her impressive purikura skills, they were all quite colorful (and full-to-bursting of animal ears and hearts).
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-23 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It was fun enough, kinda, but Greg didn't really 'get' this whole purikura thing. It was pictures! Pictures were nice he guessed, but he'd hardly make an after school activity out of them... Hmm. Still, it was nice to have some with a friend(?) if only to show his father and make it look like he was acclimating well. Gregory was fitting in surprisingly well, actually, so he didn't even have to lie to his dad at this point... Weird. It really wasn't like that back in America!

"Uh, yeah, I will. Thanks, I'll keep one in my wallet or something." Another glance at his half and then the boy slid it into his backpack to deal with when he was home. "Is there a game store around here, do you know? The new, uh..." Well, he didn't want to say it. Greg was 17, he shouldn't be playing... "Err... The new Pokemon's out soon. I gotta lock in my pre-order, is what I'm saying." Embarrassing!
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-04-27 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it's just right up there? That's easy... Uh, I can definitely figure that out." Now that he thought about it they'd done a fair bit today, so Greg couldn't exactly be upset that she had to go. Still, hanging out with what he could maybe probably definitely call 'friends' had become fun in its own way... "Sure, soon sounds like fun. As long as we're not, uh... No Street Fighter, all right?" The boy managed an expression other than 'bleh', a sort of sheepish smile, and rubbed the back of his head with that.