"I'm so glad you came to work on holiday. I really feel like I'm floating around with a couple of girls or something."
"No."
It tells me that it is a holiday attendance. As an employer, he's shown a willingness not to let rust residue, and thanks to that, I feel like something 'daty' is falling apart in the wind storm. Live if you can. Dating feeling.
"Stuffed animals are good for what they have at home, but it's so hard to buy them. bulky."
"You didn't buy it by mail order or something? There were plenty of cardboard in the house."
There are also specialty stores for stuffed animals. That's the first time I've even come to a fancy store in a city hall today.
It's only natural if you think about it. But I want you to guess what it's like to come to a place you never imagined, and be about to be crushed by a worldview you never imagined.
Otherwise, I'm being octopus beaten by a cute army right now.
"I can't buy it, but the texture is not what I thought it would be."
Mio's face is serious about momming the red octopus stuffed animal again, for some reason, about me being cutely octopus punched. I look more like a professional on that path that came to market research than a shopper by the side.
But it must be like an octopus stuffed animal. Is there a demand?
It feels a little touchy, and it does have a good touch. I doubt she will bother to buy it.
"So what are you doing on the street so much... oh, I remember"
Tons of cardboard. And a pet bottle.
It was more or less the same thing when I thought about it.
Water.
"Yeah, it's water. The current trend is Tokyo Water."
"Tokyo Water. Um... water sounds like bare water"
"It's just delicious water. Tokyo tap water pet bottle filling. It's the water department that's selling it."
My local Fukuoka had an array of named desalinated seawater called 'Drinking Seawater' for sale, but it looks like this one's just tap water. Is that what the city buys?
I live in Tokyo. If you twist the faucet, you'll get out.
"I thought you lived in Tokyo now. Sweet."
I was read the thought.
Rather, until it was quicker than thought. I guess that's what they ask me every time.
"How often do you say that?"
"It's the domain of a certain story. Because of this, I use it to catch up when I talk to my first customer. If you're a local, you can give it as a casual souvenir."
I wonder why people who are so comfortable communicating end up at night. I wonder why they come to invite their neighbors with 10,000 yen on Saturday morning in Ichi.
A creature called man is strange.
I can't exhaust my interest there, but now I'm going to give way to this sister who wants to talk about Tokyo water and is waiting to ask questions while looking at me with a flicker.
"So, Mio, what's the difference between Tokyo water?"
"Tokyo's water purification facilities seem to be world-class, but we really need to put chlorine in them when we run them into the city as tap water. This much must be in the water coming out of the faucet, because the law dictates it."
I came with such a quick mouth.
Speaking with a mommy of taco stuffed animals, Mio turns a more serious eye to this one than just now. I didn't know you liked Tokyo water that much.
But is there a demand for taco stuffed animals?
It feels a little let me touch it, and it's really interesting to have a unique atmosphere. I just feel tactile on top.
"Does Tokyo water mean it doesn't contain chlorine? But you put chlorine in it for disinfection."
"Right."
"Isn't it possible not to sanitize it? Like boiling and disinfecting instead?
"Ozone."
"Ozone."
"The three stars of the oxygen atom will destroy both the mold and trihalomethane that underlies the smell and clutter. The sobriety of the water that swept through the ozone-treated pond is not the ratio of the water in the faucet."
"Heh, that sounds delicious. Next time you get one," - I found it. "
I was blocked from the line that distracted me.
"This. This is good. Make it this."
"It's close, it's close, Mr. Mio. Is this it? Is it a dog?
What Mr. Mio poked at me was a chocolate-colored dog stuffed animal in a yellow jacket. And it's so close. Too close, my sense of smell works better than my sight. I don't know how you put it on. It smells like bread.
But I see, it feels a little touchy, and unlike octopus, the longer hairs are fluffy and comfortable. It's like a real puppy.
"Touch, design, material, sewing. Which is so impeccable."
"The explanatory note says... it's a stuffed animal with the image of Cavalier King Charles Spaniel,"
It should have been a small dog featuring dripping ears, brown and white fur. I'll be the type close to Phew who let that sit like a Tiddy Bear.
"It's just the right size to put next to the fuzz, right?
"Right. Is this the only one you buy? I've been looking at a lot of other things. Octopus or something."
Fubuki, seems to be the official name for the stuffed white fox 'Fu-chan'. I can distinguish between morning and night modes depending on which name I call Fu.
"Right. I'm gonna go to another house, and that's all we have here."
Are you going to go to another house?
"... maybe you want to go home?
It's cowardly to listen to that in person, Mr. Mio.
Normally the best solution would be around "That's not true" and "I'm fun too" here, but in this guy's case, he can't believe that's it. The mental gets into a poisonous swamp and takes continuous damage of one damage per two steps.
Mr. Mio probably takes that much because he's a super family con generation.
"No, I'll be with you till the end. 'Cause it's work."
"Right, it's work. Best job."
Mio's sincerely relieved expression told me that this odd answer seemed correct.
"Then let's go quickly. Business should be streamlined."
"This is where the wave of working methods reform..."
When you go outside after accounting, the moist and warm air characteristic of a sunny day in June surrounds you. It was hot and cold in May, and the temperatures are pleasant this season.
Mio's hand, which came out of behind me on a small run with Teco Teco, is raised with a cream-colored paper bag fumbled with a dog stuffed animal.
"It's big enough, should I have it?
"Yeah, I'm fine with that. Even Matsumoto has luggage."
When I said that and I could hold the bag in my chest looking important, it seemed wilder to ask.
Even if it's heavy, I'm sure I won't let it go until I get home.
"Really?"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it too. I thought you were bored with men, but what did you like so much?
"... a touch."
"It's important."
Meanwhile, I had the same paper bag hanging in my hand with an octopus stuffed animal. I regret why Mr. Mio sees me with a good "I know, I know" face.
With a sense of mysterious defeat, Mr. Mio moves in the direction of pointing the open smartphone at his hand.
In doing so, I, uh, went out on some pre-sighted street.