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?))

[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.