Strawberry Short-hair (Seiya Hangout Thread) (RANK UP!)

[seiyayamada]

((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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[americandiplomacy]

Being sick sucked! Greg had been fast asleep while the group fought off a horrible shadowy death demonic version of Miho, and remained that way for most of the rest of the week after. Fortunately one of the other boys in his class lived in the same apartment complex, so his notes and work (as useless as the former were, given he'd already read far ahead) were delivered every afternoon. That meant he hadn't fallen too far behind in schoolwork! Socially, though... Well, he hadn't really talked to anyone who wasn't his mostly-absent father in a while.

That's why he was headed to Yamada Mart, now that the boy wasn't feeling absolutely sapped of all energy and sniffly as hell to boot. Gregory felt pretty good today actually, but not quiiite good enough to outwardly express anything more than his usual 'bluh'. That said, he /was/ hoping that Seiya would be working today... Not just so he could ask how that whole situation went, but also so that they could... Y'know. Hang out, or whatever. That wasn't weird, or anything!

After dismissing that thought, he pushed the door opened and accepted the jingling noise that came with it.

[unexamined]

This wasn't part of Kota's usual meandering routes, but he'd chosen this street specifically because of that. Nobody who knew him would see him doing something wildly out of character: running. He was sweating, for goodness sakes! That never happened, even during baseball games! So people might ask questions, and though he had a 'training for baseball' excuse prepared and ready, he wanted to avoid lying if possible.

The real reason, of course, was the mirror world and the sudden realization that lives depended on them. The added fact that Dagr didn't have any attacks meant that Kota had to take up the slack. Not that he was planning on going nuts - he just didn't want to be a burden.

He stopped for a rest, leaning forward and bracing his hands just above his knees as he caught his breath. A nearby store caught his eye, and he entered without noticing the name, intending just to buy a bottle of water and keep going.

[terminalshow]

Whenever Seiya checked her phone next, she'd find a little text that read from Miho Tanaka. If she opened if, she'd find this:

I'm sorry about what happened in the mirror. I miss you. ): I know my shadow said a lot of bad things, but you're my best friend!!! I'm sorry!!