"No, there isn't."
I think Nani crossed the corner of my sight standing in the kitchen.
Specifically like evoking black, quick and primitive fears. It seems to be of tropical origin and classified as arthropod-gate insect conifers.
"No, there isn't"
I try to laugh it off because of my mind, but I definitely feel an intense sign of 'being' there. Distant memories of humans holding stone spears and running around the wild mountains are setting off alarms.
"All right, calm down. At times like this, we sort things out first."
My hands are full of tears. Hot air is rising from tofu and deep-fried miso soup on the stove, and the aroma of the stock is appetizing.
The cooker has steamed white rice cooked ten minutes ago, and next to the sink, pork rose meat soaked in ginger sauce fits in the bat. It's a specialty made from ready-made sauce bought in the supermarket with just a little bit of booze, extra ginger and hidden mayonnaise. All you have to do is cook it in a frying pan and you can cook ginger from a pig with an atzuatsu.
From there I took my gaze further ahead. The refrigerator ahead. Whether you bought it in your dream of living with someone or not, the larger 300-litre fridge contains matching shiva pickles and dessert pudding.
And there's a black shadow on that wall over there that wasn't supposed to be there until just now...
"Defuuuuuuuu"
There was a voice I didn't quite understand myself. I may not be able to mention Mr. Mio.
"Damn, I've been thinking about it since I saw the condition of the room!
I've read in the book that that black demon lurked in cardboard and extended his habitat to all of Japan. No wonder you're sitting in Mio's room where you use the mail order and tend to leave your moving cardboard unattended as well.
"Be cool, Yuji Matsumoto. Goh Jet found it during the day. Ah Pharmaceuticals billboard products, so the effect will be extremely difficult. But the place is the kitchen, and the time is messy. You can't use spray."
There is one conclusion to be guided from here.
"You packed it."
You packed it. Stuffed to the point where the brain and mouth interacted.
No, wait, not yet. If I'm alone, it's packed, but there's another one in this house. If she has a slightly different hygiene concept than normal, or G might be fine too. I don't know if I can rely on a woman, but the only thing left to do is call her.
"Mio." Whoo!!
Van!!
At the same time I looked back as I called for the outline of my request, Mr. Mio's bedroom door opened with a roar.
Um, what is it, I don't know the official name, but it's undoubtedly Mr. Mio who popped up in an example pose that might be used by Keanu Reeves or Stephen Segal when he breaks a window and rides in?
If I may add, Mio is on his way to get dressed.
"It's all up and down!
It was an aligned water color. I was a little happy with the natural feel.
And wouldn't it be too quick to appear? Instead, I even think he came out before I called him. And no matter how tired you are, Mio has never seen you come out in your underwear.
Those questions were blackened by a blackest of black wind that crawled out of the bedroom following Mr. Mio.
"Assault..."
You mean Mr. Mio got run over here in a fight with him? Even enemies who are said to have thirty if there were one, simultaneous multiple attacks were unexpected.
To me to escape the impending black dragon, you see, I don't know the official name, but Mr. Mio, who rolled down the floor with actions like when Bruce Willis or something fought with a pistol, stopped moving as he did at my feet.
"Mr. Mio! Let me ask you something, is' G 'okay?!?
"Akiba Bubba Bubba Bubba"
"No, I'm bugging you! It's a reboot, please reboot, Mr. Mio! Most glitches are cured with that!
"Okiki Ababa Bubba"
Unfortunately, Mr. Mio doesn't seem to have that feature, and he's pronouncing unspoken words as he clutches to my hips and rocks. The tears in my black-eyed eyes were telling the truth that my last hope had vanished instantly.
Mio in lace underwear clutches to his hips. Usually things can destroy reason, but we can't afford each other like that right now.
While doing so, it looks like the enemy, who was standing still on the wall beside the fridge, also started marching this way.
"Rest in peace... I can't believe you said that."
I would have given up alone. The warm dinner, the summer clothes I put out because of it, the book, the two-headed couch with no sign of using it, would have thrown everything out and evacuated outside. And he must have run to the drugstore and softly plugged Ba Sun in through the front door.
But now I'm Mio's neighbor. I'm an employee.
There is no escape outside with Mio in his underwear where the e-cup rocks, and this situation of verbal interrogation such as leaving him behind. I just have to brace my stomach as a man.
"Phew......!!
As soon as I was ready, my hot head cooled at once.
Yeah. He's just a bug with no poison, no fangs. If you think calmly, you have nothing to fear.
We can't evolve until we get to Mars. There's supposed to be a state-of-the-art faggot sapiens delaying rottle insects. Flying!!!
When I realized I was running around the room holding Mio. Mio's scream "Ababa Bubba"? Only resonates with my head.
Kick a two-person table turned into luggage storage, knock down a chair with a white fox stuffed animal sitting instead of a non-existent cohabitant, show the calm to avoid because the TV is just as expensive, and run endlessly around the 2LDK room.
This will later be recorded as the first occupational accident that occurred in The Job to Say "Welcome Back" to Mr. Mio, but that is another story. Measures to prevent recurrence shall be determined accordingly.
G got away from the kitchen so I blew a cockroach Jet and he died.