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

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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"Annoyed, I guess, was the word I was looking for." Maybe this whole closing the shop early thing was her form of rebellion to begin with, huh? He'd never really thought about that. Deciding not to dwell on the subject, if only because he didn't want to see Seiya depressed like she had seemed when he first entered the shop, Greg stepped up to her side while she apparently tested the wind. "Maybe not the gym, uh... Well. Are they full of meatheads here, like they are in America?" Something told him probably.

Aha! That's what he wanted. It'd involve walking... And then eating, but hey. "Do you know like, uh..." Seiya had to know, she knew every little place around here. "A sweet shop? A candy shop, I mean... I could use something sugary."

"Meatheads?" Seiya walked alongside Greg, swinging her bag with each step. Maybe her dad would be a little peeved, that is if he bothered to check in. If history were to repeat itself, that probably wasn't happening any time soon.

"A sweet shop, huh?" Tapping her chin thoughtfully, the girl thought of her internal library of mom and pop shops. "There's a really cute candy shop on the other side of town. I've only been once, so we might get a little lost on the way." But adventures were always fun! With that, she aimed for the train station. "You have time, right?"

"Meatheads, like... Y'know, those muscly guys. Maybe you don't have them over here. They spend all day in the gym, uh... Grunting and making other weird noises while they lift weights." He made a disgusted face and then snorted, stepping in beside Seiya when she started walking. "The longer the walk the better, really. I got lost on my first walk to school... And to the bigger store near my apartment, so it wouldn't be much of a change for me."

Sickness had paid off a little bit, given he seemed a little more... Energetic today, than normal. Might've been an odd fit on Gregory, but hopefully not unwelcome! "I thought about texting you, but I figured you were probably busy." In other words, 'hey can I text you in the future'. Y'know, cleverly disguised.

"Oh, those guys." Seiya scrunched up her nose. A muscly japanese man wasn't exactly hunky or appealing. She definitely noted the change in his behavior. He was a lot more lively today, though she didn't mind at all!

"What? You should've! I'm never busy!" Seiya playfully whapped his arm, grinning like a doofus. Nothing like a good old dose of quality Greg time to get her mind off things. They were rapidly approaching the station, business men flooding in and out of it like clockwork. Hopefully they wouldn't get too squished.

That was just about the only problem with the train here... Everyone packed in like sardines. Sickness would've been a risk if people didn't wear those flu masks. ... Now that he thought about it, he should be in one of those, huh? Greg just felt inconsiderate! Oh well, no fever generally meant he wasn't contagious. "Well, I just..! I'll do it if I'm ever sick again, then. You asked for it."

Lucky for them, the train they needed had just pulled in when they got to the station. "Uh, with..." How to put it? Moreover, why was it making him /nervous/? "My dad and I usually hold hands. So we don't, like... Lose each other." Errrk, but now his palms were feeling a little sweaty. Maybe not a good idea. "But I mean, well."

Would it be weird to say she looked forward to him getting sick? Probably. Seiya decided to hold her tongue, the doors to their train swishing open.

She'd be lying if she didn't admit that the mental image of Greg and his dad holding hands on a train wasn't pretty cute. Glancing at him, she wondered if that was Greg's way of inviting her to link their palms. She'd done it before, so what made this time so special to her? The announcer started calling for the passengers to board, and with a good amount of people filtering in, she decided to just go for it, squeezing his hand before pulling her companion into the train.

Right! Probably a stupid idea anyway. Greg was about to take a step in when she took his hand, and a wave of slight relief washed over him. Okay! Not as weird now. Still a little weird, he had to admit, but not /as/ much. The two ended up pretty close together regardless, go figure in this sardine can that was a train, but there was still the risk of someone squeezing between them.

"This is really something you have to get used to, heh. It's, uh... Definitely never this crowded, in America. You've got room to stretch your legs on the subway in New York, usually."

Once inside, Seiya found herself squished up against a window and Greg. Still keeping her grip on his hand, she was jostled by the train lurching into motion. Close quarters was putting it lightly.

"Really?" Seiya didn't seem to believe that American transportation would be so, well, easy. "If your trains have so much room, that means not a lot of people are riding them, right? So how do they get around?" That was a silly question, but still, she asked! A very tall businessman bumped into the pair, hoping to inch his way closer to the door as his stop approached. Talk about rude.

"Cars, usually. It's not as crowded in the subway, but there's a whole lot more traffic... Hrrk!" Squishhh. Poor Greg got smooshed between a suitcase and the wall he was next to. Thankfully there was no pain, just mild discomfort. "I'm okay, uh, no big deal. Some people ride bikes, but not as much as here. Just a lot more cars, basically." The announcer came over the intercom with their next stop, likely not the one these two were getting off on, but at least it meant he'd get a moment of freedom.

"Wow." Seiya steadied herself with her free hand, pressing her palm firmly against the glass. One of these days a train was just going to shatter into bits, she was sure of it. "That sounds really fun. If I could drive I'd definitely get a car."

The brakes screeched and the train slowed to a stop before opening. Businessmen filed out, though not enough to allow them /too/ much room. Still, it was nice to get a little air. "Our stop's the next one, don't worry."

Oh, good! They wouldn't have to be on this thing for too long, then. He got scrunched up against the wall again when the next load of people came on, but thankfully not with a horrible hard suitcase. "Before we even get there, uh, how about I pay for the candy this time?" Greg snickered, the question was mostly in jest... He intended to pay of course, but it seemed like she was always the one quicker to draw her wallet.

The train squealed and they were off again, the scenery speeding by in a blur of colors and shapes. Seiya looked away from the window, feeling a tad bit nauseous. "If you really want to." She smiled, "But I'll pay for my own, don't worry about me, okay?" It seemed she wouldn't budge on at least covering her own portion.

Good enough! Maybe next time he could talk her into letting him pay for both. "Just feel bad when you pay for everything all the time. I've, uh... Got a job, and all that." Not that he'd been in a week! Miho's mother (his boss, that is) had offered 'special treatment', whatever that meant, and he'd... Politely declined, when calling in sick. "Heh, so who owns this place? Another old couple, or another kid? Maybe something else out of left field?"

Glossing over his comment, Seiya preferred not to address her strange money spending habits. The train slowed, and the doors opened once more. Seiya led Greg out, keeping their hands locked. Though a little sweaty for both parties, she found it rather enjoyable! "An alien." Attempting to keep a straight face, she headed down the sidewalk.

Greg wasn't about to let go of her hand either, so it looked like they were stuck that way! In a good way. Ish. Good-ish stuck. When she came out with the straight-faced silliness, he snorted just a bit. "An alien like... A foreigner, or an alien from outer space?" For all he knew, it was some Mexican guy. The boy snorted -again- at that thought. "This the part where we get lost, by the way? It, uh... Looks like it'd be easy."

"From Jupiter. Outer space is racist, Guregori." Smiling, the duo would happen upon thousands of large buildings. Yes, this was the part where they got horribly lost. "Now, it's either on Hatsumori Road or Matsuhori Road." Wow, whoever named the streets wasn't exactly a traveler friendly guy.

"And how far apart are those?" Knowing his usual luck, they were miles and miles from one another. Hopefully not that bad, though! He /did/ want to reach that candy shop before sundown. "Know what, uh, best not to tell me."

The boy swung Seiya's arm just a tiny bit while they walked, and decided he'd go back to being mildly curious about their encounter on his sick day. "So did, uh... Has Miho-san got one of those personas, now? That's what happens, right?"

"They're-- Oh, okay. I won't!" Giggling, she kept her lips shut as requested. When he swung their arms, Seiya grinned, feeling light as a feather. Was this what a date was like? Cheeks growing hot, she felt her mood dampen when he brought up Miho.

"Yeah." She ran her free fingertips through her bangs. "It was... I... it doesn't seem worth it. The fighting, all for a persona, I mean."

"Seemed like it wasn't a choice though, from the text I got, huh?" It wasn't hard to see that this wasn't her particular topic of choice, so Greg did his best to keep it brief. "What's done is done, uh, I guess. Hopefully it just won't happen again, yeah?" He had a pretty good feeling that wouldn't be the case, though. Also, sort of a... Hope that it wouldn't. It had been nagging at him, /especially/ over his little break, how much he really wanted one of these things.

But enough of that! Bad state of mind, a weirdly jealous one, and he wasn't going to let that overshadow a nice day. "Anyway, uh... Store been busy in my absence? Think I'm the only one who buys that cherry soda, sorry if I got you guys overstocking." Greg snickered at that thought. Just cartons of the cans sitting in the back, unclaimed.

Seiya just stared straight ahead, the topic of personae almost throwing her into a little anxiety attack. She took steady breaths, allowing him to talk. It wouldn't be fair for her to ban it from conversation, seeing as it was a big part of their lives now. Well, mostly hers. She couldn't help but wonder if he thought about it a lot. It was selfish to think she was the only one with it weighing on her mind. "Hopefully." Nodding, she was thankful for his quick topic change.

"I didn't work much while you were gone." Seiya found her grip on his hand tightening, so she loosened it slightly. "But my dad said business is doing okay. That's what the sale is for." Mister Yamada had figured that with so much intake, they'd sell a lot in no time with a little booster sale. Unfortunately, it seemed that when his daughter took over there were little profits to be found. It was honestly a wonder he kept her hired. "I should've visited while you were sick. Duh!" Lightly bonking herself on the head, she apologetically smiled.

"Probably would've gotten yourself sick, too. Not a great idea, so it's better you didn't. I watched a lot of game shows though, heh." Sadly, he'd only managed to find the program with eggplant man /once/ in that week. It was a pretty great half hour, though! "You guys don't have Ninja Warrior, by the way. We'll, uh... Have to watch online, sometime." He always felt weird huddling around a computer with a friend, though. Maybe Greg would get one of those cords that let you put your monitor on the TV screen. That'd work!

She wouldn't have minded getting herself sick, really. Seiya could only assume that the TV got a little lonely after a while. But that was just her personal opinion. Turning on some crowded street, she looked around, taking in their surroundings. This sort of almost looked like the right way, at least. "We don't? Laaaaame." She scrunched up her nose and rolled her eyes. "We should definitely watch it, though. You can't just leave me hanging." Smirking, the girl took a sharp left. The shops along this particular street were food oriented, so they couldn't be too far off!

Whoop! Right, this girl turned on a dime. Greg nearly lost her hand, but thankfully it kept them connected and he caught up all right. "We'll watch it, don't worry. Make an evening out of it or something, sometime." This guy was already planning second dates! What a man. Not that these were dates. Or this bit. Just so we're clear. "Well, it smells nice here." Like Asian food, not a smell he disliked by any means. "Might have to stop somewhere on the way back for real food, heh."

Desert before dinner, what a guy! Seiya could see the candy shop ahead, and she beamed from ear to ear. Success! "I'll bring soda and stuff, it'll be fun!" Kinda like a date. Was it a date? Seiya bit her lip, feeling a bit awkward as she debated asking. The girl assumed he'd make it clear if it was, but there was always that curious nagging... "Like a date?" Well, the words were out now, no use redacting them.

At least they were synchronized as thought processes went. Greg was in the middle of the same debate, and pretty nearly stumbled at the question. Rather than delay and probably make her feel awkward, he just blurted out a quick, "Yep! Guess so."

Noooohoho big deal. He was imploding inside his brain, but the exterior was aaall right. After a slow exhale, he was back to mostly normal. New topic! Quick, new topic. "That the shop right there? Been, uh, craving candy for the last few days."

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