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What was that? A smile? The small signs faded as quickly as they'd come, so Seiya decided it was probably just wishful thinking. Shrugging at his question, she checked the time on her phone. "My dad wanted me to wait for a shipment to arrive, but they're late. So I'm not technically working." As for disliking Yamada Mart? Well, he wasn't far off the mark. "I don't. Maybe I'm too obedient for my own good! Oh, you're probably here for the usual, huh?"

"Oh late? Uh, that's lame." Greg shifted in his seat, leaning more to the side now, and then nodded in regards to the question. "Yeah, that's why I came here anyway. I was gonna head home afterward, uh... Unless you're not busy, or something." A bit of hanging out sounded like it'd be good for Seiya at the moment, at least to get her mind off of that worry. "Y'know, and if there's anything you even wanna do around here. Uh, yeah." Grrr. He wasn't very good at this, sometimes.

Perking up, Seiya looked at him in disbelief. Whoah, he wanted to spend time with her? Awesome! Arthur had lectured her on the importance of bonds, and Greg was a pretty cool guy, so of course her answer was: "Yes! We should go to the arcade!!" That was something he enjoyed, and last time was certainly a blast! "Or get ice cream!" Quickly, she dove into the store, making up a sign for the late delivery guy.

Seiya was certainly eager, huh? The boy watched her downright fly into the store, blinking in surprise, and by the time she'd plastered the sign up and returned he was standing and apparently ready to go. "Ice cream sounds nice. Uh, both sound nice, but can we stop by my apartment first? I don't wanna..." Greg wiggled one of his arms, the one with his shopping bag hanging off of it. "Carry this around all day, or anything. It's not too far from here, either." Had he mentioned that before..? No, probably not... Oh well, now she knew.

Wow! The chance to see a real american's home! Seiya nodded, locking up the shop with a keyring that was home to over 50 keys. What exactly did this girl have access to? "Sounds good to me! I didn't know you lived so close." Turning to him, she slid her keys into her bag, nodding as if to say she was ready. "I shoulda guessed, though. It'd be kinda weird if you lived really far out but still shopped here."

Unfortunately for Seiya, he still had a Japanese apartment! Granted, it had a few western touches thanks to its residents... Hopefully she wouldn't be too disappointed at the lack of American flags everywhere. "Yeah, uh, it would." He liked this store, though, so Greg probably still would have even if it was a trip. The boy was not the type to dwell on these things though, so as soon as she seemed ready he turned around and got to walking.

'Not too far' was a relative term, it took about fifteen minutes and if Seiya kept her eyes open she would've realized Yamada Mart wasn't exactly on a direct path from school to his house. So hey, maybe he was going there just 'cuz! The apartments looked pretty normal out front, a rather faceless building and prrrobably not the richest in town either. Greg stopped in front of the apartment complex's door, not quite sure how to... Ask... This. "Did you wanna, uhm..." Was it rude or weird for her to just waltz on in to his place? "Like, come up? I don't think my dad's home."

Wait. No, wait, that's not what he meant. "Uh, fff-- That is, he's kind of annoying!"

As they walked along, Seiya began to realize that her friend's definition of nearby was definitely different than hers. Watching the back of his head as she followed him, she shook her head. He must really love her dad's shop.

Taking in the view of his apartment building, Seiya was awfully giddy. "This is so cool!" Calm down, Seiya, it's not even that different on the outside. Once Greg invited her inside, adding that his dad wasn't home, her cheeks went pink. "U-Uh... I-If it's no trouble! I mean, I'd say yes even if he was!"

Even Greg's cheeks were a light shade of pink after that foul-up, and he had to turn away in the hopes she wouldn't see. Anyway! "We'll see if he is, huh? Come, uh, come on." He opened the door, letting Seiya in first, then led her to the elevator and they were off! The ride was a little awkward, if only because he was still mortified, and they went up ten floors before the thing finally dinged and its doors slid open. The boy led her down a hallway to the left, and then they stopped in front of the door marked '1001'. Neat apartment number, in Greg's opinion!

His keyring had a measly 3 keys on it, nothing compared to Seiya's gargantuan stash, but that probably made it easier to find the one he needed. In a second or two he had the door open, and Greg stepped in first this time. "[Hey, dad! Are you home?]" ... Silence. Looked like no, then. He turned back to Seiya and shrugged. "Just let me put this stuff in my room real quick..." With that he scurried off into one of the apparent three rooms in the apartment... That left her in the entrance-slash-big-room-with-a-TV.

"My room's a little, uh, a little messy!" If she poked her head in the door, she'd find it a little dishevelled. Pretty small, too, though it had what looked like all of the essentials. The video gaming consoles under the TV were surprisingly dusty and looked untouched, with how much of a gamer Greg seemed to be. On his bed were a few open textbooks, and the screensaver on his laptop looked like a... Dancing pig, of some sort. Huhm.

On the ride up, Seiya avoided looking at Greg. She sucked in her cheeks, hoping to cause the color to fade. He either hadn't noticed or was too polite to mention, because it seemed to go unmentioned. Stepping out of the elevator, Seiya followed Greg to apartment 1001. Mentally noted!

Following him inside, she took in the room with a childlike curiosity. Her first time in a boy's house! SO [COOL]! Politely sliding her shoes off, she gave herself a little tour. Practicing the principle of 'look with your eyes, not your hands', Seiya wound up at his room. Peeking in, she giggled. How very Greg. "It's not that bad! It's cute, even!" Leaning in the doorway, she smiled. "Cute screensaver~"

Seiya would find a small kitchen, a closed sliding door (probably his dad's room) and then the room that they'd come in to... That was it, minus Greg's! Not the biggest place, by any means, and it looked like both inhabitants weren't very fond of cleaning up. There was no food or anything particularly gross lying around, thank goodness, but most of the corners and certain other areas seemed pretty dusty. There were even two boxes from their move that hadn't been unpacked after a few months! Tsk tsk.

Cute? Well, it was small... Had everything Greg needed, too, though he found the term 'man cave' annoying and refused to use it. He sort-of subconsciously shut those textbooks when she came in, then took a seat on the bed and shrugged. "That, uh... The screensaver came with the computer. Can't... Figure out how to change it." Not true, he just thought it was pretty cute. The boy was actually glad that had come up, because he wasn't quite sure what he'd left on the screen this morning! ... Not that it could be anything too terrible.

"Not one American flag in the house, heh. That, uh... Disappointing, much?" Greg's tone said he was kidding, on that note. "I've got some English posters, but those aren't unpacked yet..." Yep, his walls were pretty bare!

Finding it rude to invite herself into his room, Seiya stayed where she was. Idly tapping her fingers on the door, she raised a brow quizzically. She'd offer to help him change it, but something told her the little piggy was fine.

Sighing, she pouted legitimately. "I was expecting flags and a portrait of the prime minister!" You mean president. "But this suits you better, I think. Your walls look lonely, though." Pressing her ear to the wall she was closest to, Seiya faked a gasp. "My God, Guregori they're crying!"

Greg snorted, then sat up a bit and realized she was probably standing there because he hadn't invited her in. "Oh, uh! Come in if you want, sorry. Not that we'll be staying here long, or anything. Just need a quick break before the walk to the mall, if that's, uh... Okay." Now that he actually thought about it, the walls did look pretty darn empty. Maybe he'd unpack one of those boxes tonight, or at least find the posters and slap them up for some flavor. In truth, the boy spent most of his time here with his nose in a book.

"Actually, I think you'd like my dad, heh. He's kinda, uh..." What was the right word for it? He tried really hard to be that 'cool dad' who was all 'hip' and crap... In the end just looked more dopey than anything. Something told him Seiya would either mistake that for 'American as hell' or just find it endearing, though. "Well, he's... -Energetic-." That'd do.

"Ah, thank you!" Seiya entered his room, taking a hesitant seat at his desk chair. Spinning in little circles, she couldn't help but beam. "That' s fine with me!" She was oddly enjoying herself.

"Yeah? I'd love to meet him." Did that sound weird? After the mis-communication earlier, well, Seiya turned red again. "Because he sounds nice!" Yes. Good. That worked. "I should show you my house too." Well, so much for recovery.

That thankfully didn't come off as weird to Greg, because again he sounded like someone she'd like. Seeing her house also sounded fun, in its own weird way. "Yeah, that'd be fun sometime. I've only been inside Miho-san's, and uh... Well, it looked pretty..." Nnrrr, he really didn't know the right word. "Rich? Like somewhere a celebrity would live." Apparently he didn't know about her mother's previous job! All he knew was that now she owned a cafe, and that he also had to dress in pink and red while he worked there. Ugh.

"Hahaha! Yeah, Mi-chan's house is really extravagant." Seiya spun again, keeping herself going by kicking her feet. "My house is..." How could she describe it? "I live on the older side of town." That seemed good enough! "You'll see."

Grinning like a smug cat, Seiya rested her chin in her palm as she came to a stop. "You met her mom didn't you."

"Uuuhhhh..." Judging by the slight pink coming over his cheeks, Greg certainly had. "She's very forward." That was all he had to say on the matter! Ehheh. She had aged well and obviously knew it. "The, uh, heh, the older side of town, huh? I lived someplace like that back in New York, actually." Anything to turn the conversation away from Akane, anything.

Noticing the flush in his face, she couldn't help but be amused. Miho's mom was quite the trip and Seiya certainly couldn't imagine being a male friend of Miho's. Brushing that topic aside, she brightened at the similarity between his old house and hers. "That's so [cool]~ Sometimes I wish we had an apartment like this. My house has... a lot of empty space."

"My dad's not really, uhh... Well, we both don't really decorate or anything. So we just figured we'd go for someplace small." Greg nodded, leaning back and then just dropping onto his back... And onto a textbook, ouch. After a quiet hiss through his teeth it was removed out from under him and he slid it further down the bed with a little cough. "You probably saw the kitchen, it's clean because we don't, uh... Well, we order out a lot. Dad's not a very good cook, but he tries every so often."

"No secret culinary talent?" Seiya leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. "It's okay, I order out too." Wiggling her toes, she scrunched up her nose. This conversation was bringing up things she'd rather not talk about, though it was only fair after her starting the whole 'Miho's mom' discussion.

The ceiling was pretty bare, too, now that he was staring at it. Maybe he'd get some of those glowy stars or whatever... They never really worked, but it'd be a little added flavor. Mmm, were those too childish, though? Whatever, he'd be the only one seeing them. Glowy stars fucking rocked. "Uh, anyway. My apartment isn't that interesting, so we should probably head out." Even though Greg had just laid down, he sat back up with a little noise of effort. "Ice cream, right? Is that, uh, at the mall.. Or did you have somewhere else in mind?"

easing up and out of the chair, Seiya threw her arms over her head, stretching like a lazy cat. Heading out of his room, she approached the door with a sluggish pace. It was kinda comfy here! "Well there's the place at the mall, and there's also a little parlor near Miho-chan's house." Flopping down to a seated position, she yanked her boots on, tying them sloppily.

Greg took the lead, seeing that she was going at her own pace, and even opened the door like a gentleman. "Well, whichever's better, I guess. There should be, uh... Plenty of day left, whether we end up going to the arcade or not." Back to the elevator, then. Y'know what Greg liked about this particular elevator? Not completely full of mirrors. It made the trip down real peaceful, and before long they were in front of the apartment complex again.

"Let's go to the parlor, they have my favourite~" Adjusting her bag, Seiya followed him with a renewed spring in her step, syncing their feet with a grin. "What's your favourite ice cream flavor?"

"Well my favorite is, uh... I dunno if you'll have it here, actually. I haven't been to an ice cream parlor in Japan. It tastes like frosting, and it's got little bit of cake in it. It was called, uh... Just 'birthday cake' back home." Probably didn't sound very healthy, but then ice cream never was. Then again, this was specifically really bad. The sort of thing to rot your teeth right out! Fortunately, his remained very much intact.

"[Birthday Cake?]" Seiya thought for a moment, checking the road signs ahead before taking a sharp left. "I've never had it, but you never know!" She rarely stepped out of her comfort zone when it came to food, but it sounded really delicious! "I like watermelon ice cream. The little seeds are made of chocolate, and it's like, [share bert? Sour bay?]" A for effort.

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