"This place..."
A place off a fancy street lined with plush stores, boutiques and crepe shops like earlier. It was a little bit more rugged, or how it was in the corner of a city like a young man's.
Game Center 'Vampires'.
New models There, ancient stands full of old models don't even feel a little floating from the township. Still, entertainment facilities rooted in the region are rife with holiday-entertainers.
"Gessen at that time, was it this close"
"Is this where you know?
"Yeah, I've been here before at work sync and junior year."
Was the sync pulled back on the way home when the three of us came to the customer because the junior was too serious?
Few fun memories of the previous workplace...... I don't think so either.
"What's wrong, Matsumoto? Your face is so young."
"I remember a lot. I remember."
Good to begin with. Playing at work was resistant, but at any rate it was a company that was put to work from morning until the end of the electricity. I also stepped in favor of taking a little breath.
Play stuffed animals on juniors in crane games, or compare synchronization to punch power. Fighting over who to spare in shooting for two plays.
"You were close. It's not a good match."
"Yeah, I felt like I was back in my childhood mind. Until our president comes out of the prick with a stranger."
"... not a good rendezvous"
"It was a model that served lashes perfectly"
I guess I didn't have a model that could serve my hair, I'm sure.
"So, what happened?
"You'll be fine. We stared at each other for a few seconds, saying," Do it, "and we broke up as if nothing had happened."
"Adult response."
"I wonder where the returning child heart went."
Thanks to the unlimited subtle air, I went back to the company while giving the soft cream to a junior who was seriously worried about whether to press charges.
In the first place, it was a strange day for the two of us to go to the customer in the second year and the first year alone. I guess everything was crazy. I can't do it unless I think so.
"Can I ask you one thing, by the way?
"What is it?"
"What kind of stuffed animal did you give your junior child?"
Hmm.
"Do you care as a plush lover"
"Well, you know what? It won't be like you can buy it at a specialty store, and I might be lightly interested in what it is"
It's not light. I'm looking at it tremendously. He's talking to me, but he's watching cancer at the game center. I've only seen the hunter of He-O-Sing, the one who sends such a gaze to "Vampire".
Well, it wouldn't be much of the type to come to the game center, and I guess if it wasn't for these opportunities, I wouldn't get in.
"Would you like to go, to the battlefield"
"Right. Just a little."
If you go into the store with Mio, there will be no different torrents of electronic sounds around. Mio, who looked around and found the information board, pointed to the one below it.
"Crane game, right? Then it's on the ground floor, so it should be around there."
"Right. It's just a prize. That was almost a month ago, too, and I don't know if we still have the same thing... Ugh, it's so tedious. It's like a sabel tiger through a glacial winter."
In conclusion, it remained.
Although it was a reunion in such a pitiful state that the lower limit of criticality to be established as a prize, the colour faded and the hair became a little dull and crunchy.
"That's a cat, right? Purple. Cheshire cat."
"Probably an unrelated original. That company's copyright is a lot of hassle."
In her wounded plush appearance, Mr. Mio is snapping into the glass of the enclosure and shivering small.
"Why are you so worn out... not giving up parenting (neglect), you know"
"Mr. Mio, you won't grow a stuffed animal. Please wake up. That's right, he's a warrior of war who's been used in a game center operation and left on the battlefield."
"Operation?"
"If it's so hard to get rid of the money for so long, it's the one that's too hard to get rid of and the customer doesn't lean on it."
"I don't know about the law, it..."
There it is, the implicit understanding. The ancient ginseng holds his mouth and the new ginseng is turned into a duck. The code laid down in the game center at the end of the venue sometimes prevails over the law.
"Exactly. I can't help but take that one. Find your next store."
I don't even know how much this is going to cost. It's a little resistant to give money and take it.
It would be a cheap item that wasn't originally made, and it would be out of interest to Mio, who is obsessed with stuffed animals.
"What?"
I thought so, and my body wandered off the scene.
Sleeves are fixed.
"Make it that girl. I like that girl."
The older sister holding my sleeve had the eyes of an elementary school student who found a throwaway cat.
"... are you serious?
"I'll raise her."
"I won't grow up."
Let me tell you something, Mr. Mio's gaze doesn't move while nailed to a purple cat. Is it no use stopping this?
"Okay. You know how to do it."
"Yeah, I'll try to prove that this meeting is fate."
"You take it in one shot, or a declaration in that sense. Understood."
With a sad resolve in my heart, I silently dropped off Mio's back as he solemnly headed for the changer.
And ten minutes later.
"Fate is cruel..."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It hurts, I'm sorry..."
No, you're amazing, this guy.
I apologize every time I hurt a stuffed animal with a crane, but the other way around, it's amazing.