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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[americandiplomacy]

Now Greg was invested too, and sitting up straight with his arms crossed. The poor guy on the screen hit his fourth and final speed-up point, and broke out into one hell of a sprint! Impressive, but he was still only gaining ground slowly. The boy leaned forward further, not sure if he should switch sides or stick with the negative one. "Well, uh, shit."

After a few tense moments of that, he was close to the finish line... And then with quite a leap he was over! The poor guy almost immediately dropped to his knees panting like hell, but he'd done it. "Holy crap." Even the audience seemed impressed!

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Seiya jumped to her feet, dropping her bag to the floor. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were huge as she stared for a moment, trying to process what just happened. "H-He!! HE!" She pointed at the TV, turning her stare to Greg, stumbling for words. "HE!! HEEEE!!"

[americandiplomacy]

"Oh!" He was surprisingly quick to action, mostly because he'd already sat up, and snatched her bag before it hit the ground and probably spilled its contents all over the place. "Yeah, looks like he won, huh? How much is the prize..?" Probably a small amount, it always was. Enough to be worth something though, so hey! "Forty thousand? Wow, well that's a lot. Like, uh, five grand USD..." Greg wasn't sure he'd run enough to almost blow his damned heart up for just five thousand dollars, but hey.

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"HE DID IT!!" she finally managed, bouncing a little with excitement. Seiya flopped back into her seat shaking her head in amazement. "I told you! I believed!" She did, however, slightly pout at the prize. Didn't seem worth all the effort he'd put forth, but wow she was impressed! "That poor man though, I hope he buys himself something pretty."

[americandiplomacy]

"Food for a year or so, that's a pretty good deal." Greg scratched his cheek... Maybe not the full year, but it was still nice. Like getting a nice bonus from your boss, only you had to do something really crazy for it. "Really impressive though, uh, yeah. He looks dead tired." And the guy did! Everyone was giving him hugs and whatnot, but he just looked beat.

"We have this show in America I like, uh... I think it's based off one of yours, actually. It's called Ninja Warrior, I dunno if you've seen it... Like, uh, a series of physical challenges and stuff. You're supposed to beat it, and people have, but you've gotta be, like... Real fit." Greg lifted an arm like he was flexing, though he wasn't exactly a muscly dude.

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Seiya saluted the TV, hoping her telepathic waves of congratulation would reach Mr. Athlete. Turning to Greg, she caught a glimpse just in time to see him flex. Mimicking him, she smirked, "We should go on Ninja Warrior! It's in my blood, we'll be fine!"

[americandiplomacy]

He snorted and leaned back again, dropping his hands into his lap and giving her a playfully scrutinizing look. "I dunno, have you, uh... Mastered the arts? Takes more than blood, y'know. When you show me you can scale walls and drop smoke bombs and junk, I'll believe it." They'd have to watch that one together sometime, too. It was fun to root for people, and to see the real limits of physical challenges and all that. Greg doubted he got any American TV, so they'd probably have to watch it online... Hum.

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Seiya grinned, shrugging her shoulders, "I just don't show you my wall scaling abilities. We aren't THAT close, Guregori." She was certainly up for watching it with him, though! It seemed they'd be super awesome TV BFFS in no time!

[americandiplomacy]

"I'll have you show me someday, then. The day you manage to sneak in here is the day I consider you a ninja, huh?" Seiya seemed like to type to actually try that now that he'd gone and suggested it, but the thought of finding her in his closet or something one day was pretty hilarious. "Bring your sword, uh, we're obligated to a duel when I find you."

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"Psh, the boy thinks I use swords." She struck a goofy pose, narrowing her eyes as she quickly snapped her gaze towards him. "I use my womanly charms." Her voice went deeper as she attempted to mimic a wise video game-esque voice. "In the dead of night, I shall return, Gu...re...gori..."

[americandiplomacy]

"Looks like it'll be my sword against your charm then, huh? Doesn't, uh... Sound like much of a fair fight." Did he have one of those? If Greg did, it wasn't on display anywhere... So probably not. "The dead of night's not terribly far away either, heh." Greg gave her a dismissive gesture, clearly not convinced that she was anything close to a wise master. She did have a few years on him, but pfff!

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"You don't believe in my powers?" Flopping back into her seat, she nonchalantly threw her hair over her shoulder. Careful Seiya, you could put an eye out with that. "You didn't believe in Athlete-san either." Smirking, she knew she had him cornered there. This little game would be the most fun yet. "Just you wait. I'll get you when you least expect me!"

[americandiplomacy]

Whoosh! He had to duck the ponytail, that thing was like a weapon in and of itself, then leaned back against the wall behind him again. "'Athlete-san' was at least dressed for the part. I don't see you in, uh... Your black outfit with the mask, huh?" Greg didn't doubt she could probably arrange something, but he also wasn't about to take that threat too seriously. Hopefully she wouldn't be hiding behind the counter at Yamada Mart from now on, eh? "Anyway, eggplant guy's up."

Greg gestured toward the TV, where that was definitely true! How a man in an eggplant suit was expected to run at a billion miles an hour was yet to be seen... Something told him the guy was fated to lose, and to do so hilariously.

[seiyayamada]

"Yeah, wel--" Ah, before she could finish, Eggplant man had captured her attention. Bursting into laughter, she covered her mouth, trying to be polite and not disrupt the entire complex. "All my money on Eggplant man!! "

[americandiplomacy]

Even Greg had to snicker at eggplant man there, and the fact he was doing a little jig before starting wasn't really helping that. The suit had no arms, meaning he had absolutely no chance, but it also meant he looked ridiculously funny. The treadmill under him started, that speed was slow enough, and the sight of him running alone almost made the poor boy burst out laughing as well. "Fffff, oh my god! Look at him go!"

[seiyayamada]

Seiya was in stitches when the little manplant started to run. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as he turned to the camera, flashing a toothy grin. God bless you, eggplant man. Trying desperately to compose herself, she gasped for air, "He's beautiful!"

[americandiplomacy]

"Ohohoh god!" He tried, he really did, to keep his composure and not burst out laughing but that was literally impossible at this point. Greg cracked a real smile and then let it go, wrapping his arms around his abdomen while eggplant man did his stupid run past the first speed-up point. "Aaahahahah, he's really doing it!" That was a relative term, given the guy was bouncing and now leaping like a fucking flea. "OH MY GOD!"

[seiyayamada]

At this point, Seiya was grinning ear to ear. Be it for Eggplant man, Greg's genuine outburst or both, one couldn't tell. Cheeks red, she doubled over, falling to the floor as Eggplant man hauled ass up the treadmill. "[M-MAJESTIC!!]"

[americandiplomacy]

He was laughing too hard to talk, and only managed a few unintelligible words before giving up. Greg chose instead to point at the TV, as if she wasn't already aware what he was laughing at, and Eggplant man chose that point to trip up and drop right onto his face. It would've been concerning if he didn't immediately start bouncing thanks to the stupid costume, and the boy howled with even more laughter while he bounced down the treadmill and into the water at the end with a big ol' SPLASH.

[seiyayamada]

This was incredible. Seiya could hardly catch her breath as Eggplant man did the worm down the treadmill and into the pool of water. Attempting to sit upright, the girl couldn't help but continue to giggle as Eggplant man just floated. Maybe Cinderella's time was up and he was back to being just a plain old eggplant. That notion caused her to fly into a fit of giggles all over again.

[americandiplomacy]

"I don't, uh, I don't think he can get out!" Poor Eggplant man was flailing his legs in the water, thankfully face-up, and without access to his arms it did look like he was going to have a hell of a time. "Ohohoh my god, this poor guy!" The few people moving in to help were laughing their asses off, too, so it looked like he'd be there for a good bit longer.

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The camera zoomed in on Eggplan Man's face, which was still a happy expression. This man was a hero. Seiya took her phone out, snapping a picture of the screen. That was getting texted to literally EVERYONE later. "Th-They have-- NET!" she managed, as the people in charge of fishing him out approached the vegetable with a net.

[americandiplomacy]

Greg had been regaining his composure, but the guys with nets now trying to fish poor Eggplant man out started the snickering right back up again. "A net! Wh-- Ahahah, they're getting him!" They hooked the net around one of his legs and fished the ever-smiling and still flailing vegetable out of the water. He rolled around for a moment on the ground and then popped up, good as new. "Oh my god!"

[seiyayamada]

When Eggplant Man sprung to his feet, Seiya was quite literally on the floor, in a little ball. Her cheeks were fullblown red as the vegetable wonder scampered around the set, running twice as fast as he had on the treadmill. "I-I don't!! I can't!"

[americandiplomacy]

The camera zoomed right in on Eggplant man's smiling face and then they mercifully cut to a commercial, leaving both Greg and Seiya laughing but with time to hopefully calm down. "W-We need to watch more of this show, oh man! Is he always on here?!" He hoped so, it was a costume and character too good not to keep around.