It's Saturday. It's a holiday.
A job with somewhat blurred boundaries between work and private life, but 'a job that says' welcome back 'to Mio' is also a clean job with an employment contract.
Holidays are therefore set up in accordance with the law. Plus, it's a complete weekly day off.
It's also now a complete laugh to remember being in the grief of getting caught up in the magic of "Two Days off the Week" when I got a job in the previous workplace.
I won't go into much detail and can't say much about the difference between complete and not, because it involves even the law. In terms of specific figures, the number of holidays in June 2019 will be "six days (or more)" if it is not completely "ten days". You'll see the magnitude of the difference.
You just have to take two days off a month for one week. That's two days off for the incomplete.
"Well, it's time for the 'festival'"
That's how I donned to the fact that the holidays were only a little over half of my assumptions now too.
I have more time than usual for a full weekly break. Thanks to Mio's company for making Saturday and Sunday a holiday, we can thus play to see the reality of people scolded by five-year-olds from Saturday morning onwards and guess what it is.
Apparently this week, adults who missed with sound gay are questioning why they get their necks clenched.
Wow, the reality is filled with sound gamanian excuses and I have no idea what's on the show. This is why I can't stop anticipating the content.
"Ugh, I've tasted the opening of a full Saturday"
Even when it comes to spending more time at home on weekdays, it still feels special to be on holiday.
And no matter how lonely Mio is, it would be stressful to meet him and have a guy there at home every day for a week or so.
Sometimes quietly, there are days I want to spend alone.
“Ping-Poon."
"Matsumoto, are you there?
Some days it isn't.
"Mr. Mio? What's going on? Since this morning."
"Sorry about the rest of the day. I just wanted to say something."
It was Mio who was in front of the front door dressed in a shorts room outfit on a T-shirt, not a sweatshirt. My thighs are dazzled by the morning sun.
"What is it? Were you also curious?"
"Yeah, kind of.... last night."
"... last night was a little messy."
No, Mr. Mio.
I'm snorting, Mr. Mio.
So, are you going to touch me, Mr. Mio?
Between me and Mr. Mio, there is an implicit understanding.
Most adults wouldn't want people to see them where they are toddler regressing. But there's something about this job that sounds like a premise.
Me and Mio are adults and socialites at first.
What happened at night doesn't come out in the morning. Such an insanity was somehow made between me and Mr. Mio.
Yet Mr. Mio came to break it. It must have been a big deal since I started this job.
Couldn't you just ignore the fact that I held him in my underwear?
"So, it goes on from yesterday."
"Yes, sir"
Mr. Mio took something out of his shorts pocket.
It fits in a box with a yellow logo on the red field.
"Wanna Uno?
It was Uno.
"Is it that way? Is yesterday's story that way? Did you want to do the dro-two no overlapping rule so much?"
"... just kidding"
You're the one who absolutely meant it. Isn't the eyebrow the letter (c)?
Even in morning mode, Mio is Mio.
"Well, Uno won't stop for three hours once he starts. As I'll do it slowly later."
"Oh, you're a good friend."
It's the morning mode tone, but he looks so happy.
"What can I do for you if I'm not kidding?
"Yeah, that's it."
I took something out of the pocket opposite Uno.
Oh, wow. It's a wallet that only contains notes and cards. I've never seen anyone using it before.
Mio, who took one of his wallets out of what only such an elite seemed to forgive, offered it to me in a beautiful position.
"I'll pay you 10,000 yen, so why don't you go buy a stuffed animal with me?"
"I know what you're saying, but I don't know what you're talking about."
Oh, this is the one I need to work my imagination on.
I can tell in the second half. Even adults will like stuffed animals. Mr. Mio also has a white fox 'phew' in his room, and no wonder he wants to increase it.
I don't know if you're going to buy it, but you're going to ask me out from your neighbor.
The problem is the first half.
What's 10,000 yen?
No, wait, what day is it? It's a holiday Saturday.
"Maybe 10,000 yen is a holiday attendance allowance?
"Huh? Could it be anything else?
It was a hit. This guy trying to apply his labor contract to go play on Saturday.
"Why? I usually go out shopping. Me too."
"I can't."
It was answered instantly.
"What's impossible?"
"What?
"I'm not one of those people you don't know, and I hope you ask me out as normally as you shop"
"Sounds like Matsumoto and I have a different point of view. Imagine that. How you're shopping with me for an hour."
Dark hair semi long e cup older women and plush shopping.
Yeah.
"Sort of fun, though."
"I'm sure you're disgusted."
I've denied it all.
"At least I think, 'Oh, this guy's bored.'"
"Ha."
"Matsumoto would surely continue shopping with us until the end, wouldn't he?
"Well, well."
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I won't be able to stand it."
I forgot.
This guy was the kind of guy who couldn't even believe I was waiting at home without a job.
"Holiday attendance requires agreement between laborers, but it is possible in this setting because labor and angels are alone. It's convenient."
"Soudesne"
"Well, let's hear back."
I've got a date.
It's too much, so I decide to describe it that way.