Himekishi to Camping Car

Late night campers. The edge where the moonlight illuminates.

Naoto looked at Patricia next door as she put together an agua and tilted the glass.

Patricia is sewing a cloth cut out of the mold paper. It's like the sight of Showa's mother.

"Can I help?"

"It's okay, master. Leave it to me. Instead, did the master also sew?

"I like making things. When I was in elementary school, my homeschool grades were always' five '. My first Mother's Day gift was a handmade apron."

"Was it? Looks like the master would be nicer to sew."

"Right."

"But let me do it. I want to do it."

"Right."

Rare, rather than the first Patricia strong claim to hear. Ever since she showed up, she has kept up with her immediate assistant in a position she pulled a step back from. I have called the matter of a direct person a master and have continued to behave like a servant, or a secretary.

That's what she said she wanted to do herself, so I think Naoto wants me to do that.

Right now, it's the yukata she's sewing.

The cloth cut out of the moulded paper is obviously small in size and is intended for children.

"Mimi, you'll be delighted"

"Well, I'm glad to hear that."

"Wow, that's the clothes you made for me. Like, can't you imagine?

Straight from Mimi's voice. Patricia smiled softly.

"Right, I'm sure you'll say that"

I mean, I have to think about something, too.

"What is it, sir?

"You're sewing a yukata to give to Mimi to thank for picking up the parts to do your remodeling"

"Not at all, it's not like that"

I dyed my cheeks slightly and said shyly. In fact, it is, but when they say it again, it is the expression...

"Then I have to thank you properly, too. My precious partner, the crystal of my dreams."

A glass in one hand, a straight man stroking the body of a car like he loves you. The intoxicating eye is gentle everywhere, a few steps gentler than his usual eye.

"What do you think I'd like?

"I think anything is fine"

Spread out the yukata you are sewing and check it out and answer the straight guy.

"Whatever the master does, I'm sure he'll be happy."

"Well, you know what, Mimi?"

"There's that, too."

"Yeah?"

"When a master makes something, he always thinks about the other person. To please or make you think it's delicious. You always do, so I'm sure the master will be happy with everything he does."

……

I opened my eyes and stared at Patricia. The red face probably isn't simply because of the alcohol.

"I've never been told that way before."

"Because all human beings (,) will hide their true intentions somewhere"

"Aren't you?

……

Patricia did not answer, she stopped her hand and looked beside where Naoto was sitting.

A bean wood puppy sleeping on the edge, dressed like a noodle.

The puppy leaned over to Naoto and slept.

"He seems to like the master the most."

"No, you're Mimi. You're always playing with me."

"But when you go to sleep, it seems like there's a lot going on by the master. I'm sure he loves his master."

"Really?"

Crushed to a jade bug color and stroked the puppy's head.

Puppies are frightening! And I looked up, but I knew it was a straight man stroking myself, and I immediately lay my head down again, and fell asleep.

After only a moment back in the wild, behave reassured.

A twitchy thing spreads across the chest of a straight person.

Until a while ago, I couldn't imagine at all, I don't even have the idea of wanting, the feeling of serenity.

"Since then... how long has it been"

"Master's ride time is two thousand four hundred and ninety-six hours, fifty one minutes and nineteen seconds."

"Oh, are we close to two thousand and five hundred more? Er..."

Glass in one hand, straight guy trying to break his finger and calculate.

"About three months."

Patricia answers the secretary as usual.

"It's been a long time. And everyone else, by the way?

"Visitor one is two thousand four hundred twenty-four hours fifty-five minutes and ten seconds, Visitor two is two thousand three hundred seventy-two minutes and thirty-one seconds, Visitor three is two thousand two hundred and fifty-six hours and thirty-six minutes and thirty-one seconds, Visitor four is nine hundred and thirty-six hours and forty-two minutes and thirty-four seconds."

"Only one person is less in the wrong digits, but still close to a thousand hours"

"By the way, master is also the top rider, over ninety-nine percent."

"Hmm. Home guards aren't Dada."

The second is Visitor Four, less than 95 percent.

"Stuck? You're surprisingly riding."

Tilt the glass with admiration, at some point, the bottom was on. Taste the aftertaste and sobriety with the remaining ice in your mouth.

"Shall I let you in?"

"No, fine. Because it's tough when you drink too much and you drive."

"Don't you have to worry about drinking and driving in this world?

"Sure, there's no one to take control of. I'm saving everyone's life, I can't do that. And."

"And?"

"Because I can't stand bumping into you and scratching your body"

"Thank you, Master"

Silence flows. A breeze blows, stroking their bodies.

"Speaking of which, if I bump into you, what happens to you?

And I said, "What happens?

"For example, bump into it and the body snaps, right? I was wondering what would happen to you over here."

"... right"

Stop sewing hands, put your hands on your cheeks, think Patricia.

"Wouldn't it be less opium? I'm guessing."

"No, I think so, too. I think your big tits will shrink if I bump them. So no matter what, I don't think we're gonna bump into each other."

Straight man lifting the edge of his mouth at. It's a joking tone, but it's also true.

"Hmm, more, I'd like to make your dick bigger"

"You'll be big soon."

"If Mimi comes back, you will. I know that, more on top of that."

"Do you have any ideas?

"Right."

Naoto got up, walked into the room once, and came back with a bunch of paper.

"Sophia and Tia and I discussed it with them and tried to draw up various improvements and stuff, but honestly, don't get lost"

"Do you get lost"

"Until now, I was caught in common sense in me, so the proposed improvements were common sense. But what Mimi brought is out of my common sense."

"Yes."

"With some of that, I'm running out of what I've drawn"

"Is it not enough?

"Honestly...... yeah you do"

Naoto knocked on his knees, nodded yummy, and went.

"of my dreams… the strongest camper, I think I should aim to say"

"Will you be aiming?

"Do you aim"

Patricia and I stared at each other and smiled.

"What would the master like to feel like?

"As a major premise, the body remains this way, as does the physical space. I've never been inside that wonder space you're growing up in."

"Yes."

Nodding Patricia. His face staring straight at him said, "Why not?" It seemed like she was curious.

"I was also talking to Sophia's father, but the secret base should be somewhat narrow. If it's too big, the feeling of a secret base fades. By my standards, the space is up to now."

"Was it"

"So I can't give up there as a big premise"

"Deformation mechanism, is that a masterly acceptable range?

"Deformation?"

"Yes, uh... Lord Tia said this before"

"Oh, this one"

Naoto pulled one out of the camper schematic and placed it at the top of the paper bundle.

"Is it a gimmick where the outside gawa (,,) deforms and the space in substance increases? That's the guy we were talking about before."

"Yes. This kind of thing, masterfully?

"... you're an ant"

Naoto nodding, staring at the drawings.

No wonder space, more space available in gimmicks. It's like craftsmanship.

"It's more of a lot, more of a limited space with gimmicks, and vice versa. Don't let the captain or the vancon hop up the roof either."

"So how about the basic space stays the way it is now, in the direction of putting on that kind of gimmick when you want to make it bigger"

"Oh, so let's go"

Naoto often stared at the drawings and eventually gained momentum.

Return to the room with the drawings, instead with cloth and needles.

"Master?"

"I'll make yukata too."

"... for Tia."

……

Naoto said nothing and responded with a smile.

Late night edge, two people sewing cloth.

I got a little closer to the camper of my dreams.