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infinite_reflection2012-06-16 10:19 pm
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Strawberry Short-hair (Seiya Hangout Thread) (RANK UP!)
((Open RP, I welcome multiple threads! <3))
It had been a few days since... the incident. Seiya and her friends were able to save Miho, however, there'd been some emotional side effects. Well, and physical. Seated behind the Yamada Mart counter, it was her first day back in the saddle after the whole ordeal. Mr. Yamada had somehow had a miraculous moment of compassion and let his daughter stay home for about four days. Now that her little mini vacation was up, the girl was expected to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for a while.
Still, despite the expectations put on her, Seiya couldn't help but feel down. Self-consciously tugging at her now stubby pony tail, the girl reflected on what she'd told Greg about her hair. How important it was to her, and how it was the one thing in her life that she could control. Oh well. Win some and lose some. Propping her feet up on the counter, she opened a magazine, deciding to lose herself in the lives of celebrities for a while.
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"But sometimes people, like you for example, come by and keep me company. And it's just habit by now."
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"Yeah, well. If you ever need someone to come by and keep you company, you could give me a call. I'll think up some more terrible jokes, just for you." He wasn't sure she'd ever take him up on the offer, and totally certain that he would be far, far down the list of people she'd prefer to hang out with, but he meant it all the same.
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The offer to come by at any time was, however, welcomed. "Oh totally! I expect terrible puns as well. Can't have anymore candy if you don't make me laugh, sonny." Bringing back their old little joke, she took a sip of her drink.
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He laughed at the nickname and the terms of the "deal" she was offering. "Well, Grandma," he drawled. "What does it say about you if you laugh at those bad puns?"
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Maybe it was the nervousness that made him pick the conversation back up. "So you go to school, work here, and occasionally highlight as a superhero. Must eat into your video game time."
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