seiyayamada ([personal profile] seiyayamada) wrote in [community profile] infinite_reflection2012-04-21 10:59 pm
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Lazy Days

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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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-05-31 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"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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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-05-31 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
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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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-06-01 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"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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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-06-01 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"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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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-06-01 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-06-01 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
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!"
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-06-01 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"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!"
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-06-01 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-06-01 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"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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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-06-01 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
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!"
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-06-01 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] americandiplomacy 2012-06-01 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Even he was smiling, hard not to after spending the last several minutes laughing, though Greg wasn't exactly beaming. "Ahhh, man. I'll have to check what, uh... When this is on, later." The boy snickered and adjusted his position on the bed again, though it wasn't exactly easy to get comfortable in the clothing he usually wore. He had a lounge outfit, of course, but wearing it in front of Seiya (or a girl in general) would feel weird.

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