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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.

A sharp left, indeed! Greg kept going straight for a few steps before he realized she'd suddenly gone in another direction. He jogged to catch up and hoped she wouldn't notice, returning to Seiya's side with a little cough. "Uh... Yeah, you're close. [Sorbet]. Maybe I'll give that a try." It was always good to expand one's taste, though he hadn't had birthday cake ice cream in a while. Greg would have to see when they got there, huh? "I found a neat, uh... Like a hot dog stand in the mall. They put some crazy stuff on hot dogs here, but I can get them plain. Kinda reminds me of home, uh, and it's not that from the arcade."

"[Sore bay...]" Seiya took another quick turn, used to travelling at her own pace. "Ooooh hot dogs sound good. eating dessert before lunch, watch out we might get arrested." She played it off with a straight face, nearing the district Miho lived in.

"Uh huh. We'll keep an eye out for the food police." Greg was the king of the straight face, of course, and maintained it with no problem. "Besides, ice cream in the middle of the day is more like a snack." He was watching Seiya a little more closely, thankfully, and wasn't thrown off as terribly by the sudden turn. Regardless, the boy made a mental note to never accept a ride from her...

"They like to hide, you know. In your food. Like the borrowers." Seiya lead him to a little hole in the wall, the yellow sign outside hand painted. All in all, much like the bookstore, it looked out of place. Holding the door open, a little jingle played over the speakers.

Well, this seemed familiar. Seiya definitely seemed to know all those mom-n-pop hidden gem-type stores, didn't she? Greg couldn't complain, it was a better way to get the local 'flavor' than any franchised or chain store. The little jingle that played was catchy, and he stepped in afterward to get a good look around. The boy halfway expected there to be another old couple behind the counter, jeez!

Nestled behind the counter was a boy much younger than the duo! In fact, he couldn't be more than ten. Adjusting the hat way too big for a person his size, he peered at them through the glass covering the ice cream.

Seiya greeted him with a fistbump, nodding to him. The boy glared up at Greg, pointing a neon bandaided finger at him. "Who's this?!"

Tilting her head up, Seiya narrowed her eyes. "He's with me, ya dig?"

The little boy sized Greg up, nodding. "Okay, he can stay."

An apparently exclusive ice cream club run by what looked like a nine year old... Greg was learning to accept the odd people that Seiya knew and the situations they got him in, and this was no different. "Uhh..." Was he really being eyed suspiciously by a little kid, here? Apparently he passed the little boy's test, at least. "Yeah, nice to meet you. I'm Greg."

Gregory shifted his gaze up to look at the menu; he'd expected something crazy and outlandish but most of the flavors looked more or less normal. He really needed to stop expecting everything here to be backwards and crazy! Everything was the same, mirrors and shadows notwithstanding.

The boy climbed up on the counter, extending his little bandaged hand towards Greg. "I'm Sho!" Brow furrowed, he still gave Greg and eat shit glare.

Seiya, however, was distracted by the large toppings display. That is until she noticed Greg eyeing the menu. Grinning, she pointed through the glass a uniquely colored container. "That's the watermelon one I was telling you about!"

Glancing back down the little boy, he found that dubious expression hadn't changed. Well, all right... Greg wasn't about to feel threatened by a nine year old, but it was cute that he was trying. "Uh... Gregory. I know that's a little hard for, uh... Around here, so Seiya-chan just calls me G-kun." He took little Sho's hand and shook it, then gave him a nod before looking to where his friend was pointing. "Oh? Huh, looks all right." A nice color, at least.

It didn't look like they had birthday cake here, so he might have to settle for that. Trying new things never hurt, and Greg liked the flavor of watermelon so it could hardly disappoint him. "Probably get a cup, uh... Getting it in the cone is always messy."

Sho pulled a little stool to the glass casing, jumping up on it before opening the little hatch that exposed the cool air. Taking a scoop, he plopped two in a couple of paper cups. Sticking a little plastic spoon in each ice cream mountain, Sho offered the treats to his customers.

"[Gregory?] Babies can pronounce that!"

Seiya puckered her lips, obviously hurt by him pointing this out. "... Anyways." Pulling her coin purse out, she paid for their ice cream.

Greg took his cup of ice cream with a nod in thanks, turning to Seiya and starting to go for his wallet... Turned out she was quicker, or at least got there first, and he dropped his arm to his side with a quiet sigh. One day he'd pay for something! "Heh, uh... Maybe it's harder for some people than others." The least he could do for that little payment was back his friend up, eh?

After a quick glance around the little ice cream shop, Greg turned back to the girl and scratched his head with his free hand. "Did you want to eat here, or uh..."

Glancing at him, a little appreciative smile spread across her face. Pleased points for Gregory! Where would they eat? Good question! Seiya slipped a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, wincing at the cold. "We could go anywhere, really." That seemed a bit indecisive of her, so she opted for opening the door. "Like the park! Have I shown you the park yet?"

"Uh... No, I haven't seen it. Thanks again, Sho-... kun..?" That was correct, he was almost certain. If not, he'd offended one of Seiya's little friends! Oh well. Greg was out the door and exhaled with some relief, then slid a spoonful of the ice cream into his mouth to give it a taste. Hmmm... The furrow of the boy's eyebrows showed that he was indecisive for a moment, but then they lifted and it was clear that he was pleased. "Tastes good. A little sweet, but uh... I like it."

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