Lazy Days

[seiyayamada]

It had been a few days since Seiya had been released from the hospital. Sitting outside Yamada Mart, she flipped through the images Greg had shown her a week prior. Mirror Mirror, huh? If there had been doubts about the connections between the crime and the paranormal world, this erased them. Unfortunately, they couldn't just run to a police station and spill their story. As it was, Seiya doubted her friends would even believe her, had they not seen it with their own eyes. Normally on her break she would venture out for some air. Today, however, Seiya remained on the bench outside her father's store, wrapped up in the mystery surrounding her life. Setting the gruesome images aside, she propped her feet up on the empty side of the seat, watching people come and go. A lazy day indeed. (Let's say this is before the current Shadow Kota battle. c: )

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[terminalshow]

The outside of Yamada Mart was as normal as it could be, but if Seiya happened to glance to the left of the shop she'd see a door that was no doubt starting to become very familiar to her. If it had been anything else like her previous trips to the Velvet Room, no one else would be able to see it...

Maybe she should go investigate?!

((you don't mind more than one scene going at once on this thread, do ya?))

[seiyayamada]

(GOD I MIND. Jk c:)

Seiya's eyebrows raised as the door came into view. The Velvet key in her pocket tingled her side, causing her to stand. Stepping forward, she unlocked the door, easing it open.

"Hello? Igor-san? Arthur?"

[terminalshow]

Arthur was indeed in his usual spot! He stood next to the far-too-large couch that Igor was seated on, a massive book held loosely by one arm. “Welcome to the Velvet Room. Out of the hospital, I see?” He glanced to Igor, who nodded a small nod. “I would like to introduce you to the compendium.”

[seiyayamada]

Smiling, Seiya closed the door behind her, taking her usual seat at the table opposite the boys. "Yep! All better now." She flexed, as if this proved her good health.

"What's a compendium?"

[terminalshow]

"A compendium is a collection of concise, detailed information about a particular subject." He stared at her, dead pan, almost sounding as if he were quoting right out of the dictionary. "This.." He hefted the book, and then flipped it open. The pages rolled as if pushed by the wind. "Is a Persona Compendium. Any Persona that resides in your soul can be stored here, and re-summoned at any time if you so wish it."

"I recommend registering all of your Personae with us, as you receive them and as they grow."

Goodness gracious, the very ghost of a smile nagged at his lips. "I'm... Glad to see you out of the hospital."

[seiyayamada]

"Oh I see. Like a pokedex." Seiya held her hand out, a neat little card appearing in her fingertips. Hlin's picture was neatly centered on one side, much like the Queen of a deck. She handed it over, assuming it'd be fine to just register her now.

"I had a quick recovery, thanks to the medicine you gave me." Seiya gave him a thumbs up, grinning at the tiny little smile he shared.

[terminalshow]

"...Yes. Exactly. I'm glad you understand." Yes a... Pokedex. What was a Pokedex?! Arthur accepted the proffered card and examined it. He plucked up a dark blue feathered quill from the table, wrote something into the book, and then almost instantly Hlin's information appeared on the page! The card was then handed back over. "All of your current Personae are registered."

[seiyayamada]

"Thanks." The card dissipated as it reached her hand. She rested her chin in her palm, studying them for a moment. "Oh, you mentioned wanting to do something when I got better, right?"

[terminalshow]

“Please be sure to bring them to me before fusing. It would be most unfortunate not to register one, and then to lose it.” The Compendium was set down, and then he fetched another book – the twin to the Velvet Notebook Seiya had. Arthur skimmed it, and then nodded. Ooh, was that a sheepish expression? Seemed so!

“You’ve heard of ‘bowling’, correct?”

[seiyayamada]

Seiya nodded, "Roger that!" Watching him retrieve the notebook, she frowned. More mirror scavenger hunts? Seiya smiled when that theory was shoved out the window.

"Bowling? Totally!"

[terminalshow]

Yep, he definitely looked a bit sheepish about this line of conversation. Arthur glanced away, wrinkling his nose just slightly in a very minor expression of distaste. “Y-yes. Bowling. I would like to try. I’ve heard it’s… fun.” Take him on a date, Seiya!

[seiyayamada]

Watching his expression, she couldn't help but find him extremely adorable. Seiya hopped to her feet, beaming. "Yeah! It's totally fun, you'll love it!" Offering her hand to him, she waited patiently, "Let's go, I'll take you!"

[terminalshow]

He opened his mouth, and then closed it… And then opened it again! It seemed poor Arthur was at a loss for words as he stared at the girl’s outstretched hand. “.. Right.” A gloved hand clasped hers, and then they were off! He followed her right out of the Velvet Room, looking oddly apprehensive.

[americandiplomacy]

Today was, for all intents and purposes, a lazy day. Greg ran his errands in the morning, and now he was heading to a quick stop at Yamada Mart before going home and probably playing video games all day. There was nothing that could stop him, either! Well, unless Seiya was working, or something. But then she'd be busy anyway, so he could get out of that pretty easy. And she'd never visit the store when she wasn't on duty, right, because she hated it! He had this aaall figured out. It wasn't like disliked the girl or anything, just..! She had an eagerness and energy about her. The kind that was infectious and had the danger of spreading to him, somehow. Like a diseeaase. A really positive and horrible disease.

With that in mind he approached the store, staring at his phone as usual, with the hand not presently holding that busy carrying a large bag from a clothing store at the mall.

[seiyayamada]

"G-kuuun!" A halfhearted greeting echoed from the bench beside Yamada Mart. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see him; a lot just happened to be clouding her thoughts.

Swinging her legs off the seat meant for two, Seiya patted the wood. Knowing Greg wouldn't be able to see past his phone, she spoke up. "Come take a load off." Patiently, she waited for him to either reluctantly sit or take off in the opposite direction.

[americandiplomacy]

That was a familiar voice, and he actually glanced up from the phone's screen just to confirm its source. Seiya hated work! Odd to find her here and not in uniform... Very odd, actually. Still, there she was and she'd gone and called his name. "Uh, gomen... n-- [No, wait]. Good afternoon, Seiya-san." It was noon... Ish. Close enough. "What're you doing at work? Uh, and not working." The boy took the seat he'd been offered and then tucked the phone away, surprise surprise.

Of course, it wasn't as much of a surprise when all he did was blankly stare forward instead of at the screen. Apparently he'd be joining her in the people-watching during this conversation.

[seiyayamada]

A little smile spread across her lips when he chose to sit. "Thinking." Resting her chin in her palms, Seiya's gaze joined his. As people went about their business, it almost felt like time was frozen on their little bench.

Glancing at Greg, she scrunched up her nose in thought. "We're friends, right?"

[americandiplomacy]

How could he say something to the tune of 'that's unlike you' without sounding like a dick? Seiya seemed like a smart enough girl, school problems aside, but she didn't seem the introspective and thoughtful type. Greg chose not to offer his opinion, just for safety's sake, then leaned back in the bench while she asked her question. It got the girl an odd look, and he nodded a bit before speaking up. "Yeah, uh, of course. We 'hang out', and all that."

Having friends to actually go places and hang out with was a fairly new concept for the boy since he'd arrived in Japan, though he wouldn't admit just how much he did honestly enjoy it. That didn't matter! It wasn't something anyone would be able to detect anyway, so hah.

[seiyayamada]

His response caused her eyes to brighten a bit. "Okay! So we're friends, yeah? Then you should call me Seiya-chan." Obviously this wasn't what was bothering her. It would seem she'd chickened out on continuing her train of thought.

Leaning back into the bench, she sighed. It wouldn't be any good to drag him into her pit of worries, so she decided to ask more questions. Nudging his arm, Seiya watched a couple pass by, quarreling. "What's in the bag?"

[americandiplomacy]

She wasn't terribly difficult to read, and it was obvious that the upperclassman was hiding something... Hmmm. Maybe he'd ask her about it, in a minute or two. "Oh. Uh, Seiya-chan? Sure, I can do that. Does that make me... Uh, G-chan? Or is G-kun already a friendly nickname..." The former actually sounded really girly to him, so he silently hoped that she'd stick with the norm. Then again, wasn't -kun for kids? He really needed to start learning this crap faster, ugh.

Greg stopped worrying about that with the mention of his bag, though, and then pulled it up onto his lap so that she could see inside. "This is just clothes. Japan, uh... You guys have some pretty neat fashion... And stuff." It looked like his usual, just at a glance, though probably made for someone a little older than sixteen... And with a nice job, or something. Well, well, wasn't he mature?

[seiyayamada]

"G-chan?" Seiya tested the waters, rolling the words around in her head. No, too girly. "We'll stick with G-kun. Or just Gureg!" Her accent was thick, but the poor girl was trying.

Peeking into his bag as he opened it, Seiya grinned. "Woooow [businessman!] I bet they look great on you." Holding up both of her thumbs, she nodded.

[americandiplomacy]

He snorted at the butchered name, shaking his head and being quietly happy that she'd planned to stick with 'G-kun'. "I like to look, uh... Huhm. I don't know the Japanese word. [Snazzy]?" Something told him she wouldn't know what it meant, but oh well. In any case, Greg had the sense that this could only get awkward when Seiya clearly had something on her mind... Hmm. Well! He'd be a good friend and ask, at least, right?

"What're you, uhh..." So, it was easier in his head. He wasn't exactly sure how someone generally asked this kind of thing. The boy blinked several times, awkwardly quiet, and then shook his head with a look of some determination. "What's wrong? You, uh, you seem 'off'." There, he did it! Christ, conversation was nerve-wracking sometimes.

[seiyayamada]

"[Snazzy...]" She repeated it carefully, the word actually sounding more like a sneeze. As Greg tried to push their conversation in another direction, her brow furrowed.

Seiya shuffled her feet, keeping her gaze locked on the tips of her shoes. She hadn't really expected him to ask. Fiddling with the edge of the bench, Seiya sighed. "I feel really helpless." Biting her lip, she pondered how to continue. "With all of... this." Gesturing to nothingness, she huffed. God, explaining was frustrating! "The mirror stuff."

[americandiplomacy]

"Helpless?" An eyebrow raised and he leaned forward to get a look at her face, "You're the one here who, uh... Who seems like they can do the most about it, heh. Maybe not alone, though... So I see what you mean." It might've been cruel, but he hadn't pictured Seiya as much of a deep thinker! She seemed for the most part carefree, so it came as something of a surprise that she was actually worried about something in the first place. Greg quietly scolded himself for thinking that couldn't happen.

The boy lifted a hand to rub at his chin, apparently thinking. "Have you been back, uh... Since the whole thing with Ren-san?" Not that she'd have any reason to... Then again, if he had one of those Personas he'd probably go inside the mirror almost every night. That was likely just him, though... Whether it was his curiosity or inability to take this whole situation seriously.

[seiyayamada]

"Me?" Knowing that he thought she was the most powerful caused her to bury her face in her hands. Attempting to maintain composure she mentally scolded herself. He'd just agreed to be her friend! Now she'd send him running.

"I don't know. Arthur said it's supposed to be really straightforward, but just thinking about going back makes me want to curl up in a ball."