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Seiji wa one of the few original Fitness club members that still paid a visit to the old room. He liked to keep in shape, which might have been ironic for a ghost, but the act was enjoyable. Besides, Seiji had always been a more solid ghost than most of his fellow spooks.

He hadn't expected anyone to be there, there usually wasn't, so it came as some surprise when spotted Sammy there upon turning down the hall the club room was located in. "Oh. Hey Sam."

Seiji chuckled, as if it should have been obvious, but then Sammy didn't know him that well. "I'm a ghost, I don't really sleep much, or long." This was normal for him, being up before classes. Usually he was up before dawn, out for a run before circling back towards the fitness room, then back for a shower and class. Today he'd been at Junko's place, staying after they'd dozed off together in her bed. He'd missed his chance for a run, but he'd hoped to get in a quick work out before having to make it to his first class.

"I'm a little earlier than usual," he admitted, shrugging. "Usually I get a run in first, but I was at Junko's." The walk back to the dorms from the monster ghoul's apartment was going to have to serve.

He followed her in, hands sinking into the pockets of his jogging shorts. "We're good now." More than good, really. He wondered if Sammy knew they'd been broken up for a little over a year. Probably. Anyone that was at all close with either Junko or himself was aware, and if he remembered right Junko and Sammy had been friends, or at least acquaintances. "Engaged."

"Then I guess I would have just settled for that run." He was an easy going guy. Really it hadn't occurred to him that the fitness club room was ever locked. He was there at ridiculous hours, so he'd just assumed it was always opened. "I appreciate someone getting up early to make the room accessible."

A brow twitched at the banter, and he laughed. "Hey, we're already moving pretty quick for having just gotten back together over the summer." Very quick, and Junko's scareling fever certainly wasn't helping any. "But I wanna be graduated before we tie the knot an move, so no wedding yet. Soon though."

"We were," he corrected mildly, following after her. "For about a year." As she climbed up into the ring he came to stand beside it, arms crossing over the lowest rope. "It doesn't matter what happened, because we're together now, and we're getting married." No, Seiji had not broken up with Junko, it had been the ghoul, but it didn't matter. It was in the past, they had worked through it, and there was no need to worry over it now. No asses needed kicking.

His head tipped as she mentioned families being upset, and a half smile played over his lips. "No, I can't imagine they're terribly thrilled, given they were lied to. " Junko's family wasn't terribly happy with them either, but neither he nor the monster ghoul actually cared. Junko had cut ties with her family even before they'd separated temporarily.

For just a moment he stood there staring up at her, because these were all questions Seiji didn't particularly feel like answering, and had, in fact, tried to avoid them. "No, she has no ties to her family anymore." Seiji had never met Junko's father, but he had met his fiance's mother over the summer, and she'd not been terribly thrilled with the chunk of hair the ghost had lopped off the endless lengths that had been coiling around him.

Lips pursed, lay hands on the side of the ring and pulled himself up and into it, climbing to his feet. "Regardless of why, it's all in the past now." Fingertips trailed the edge of one rope. "Better to focus on the future instead."

Glowing eyes watched those lazy jabs, and a small smile cut along grey lips. "How about a spar?"

Seiji wasn't entirely sure what to make of Sammy's comments. Yes, Junko was very talented and made plenty of money, but was that supposed to imply he didn't, or couldn't make money on his own? His head tipped, expression thoughtful, but he didn't ask.

This entire line of conversation was actually one he was rather eager to get away from, but Sammy was tenacious, like a dog with a bone. He didn't even think she was doing it on purpose, either, which left the ghost unsure of how to handle her. "I'm not saying it's not important, it is, and we've learned from it." A frown, lips tugging down at one side. "I just don't really want to talk about it." Some people knew, some people didn't, and the ghost didn't really feel like it was anyone else's business, certainly not now that he and Junko had worked things out and were better then ever. "We're together now, and we're happy. That's the import thing."

He watched as the eerie flames in her eyes flared, swallowing up the pupils and the eyes themselves until nothing was left but the flicker of purple flame. Excited at the mere offer of a spar, it was enough to lure back the smile the boil had been wearing earlier. He liked a challenge, and Sammy would probably give him one. She was a tough ghoul, it'd be a good fight. "Well, let's do this then." He sank back into a ready crouch, arms coming up into loose fists. The dark designs on his arms began to stir, swirling and sliding around almost excitedly.