“Ping-Poon."
"Hey, Matsu, I'm here."
"Helpful earthen house!
"Ugh, next door!
When I open the door, a man with short hair fitting light black skin stands in front of room 605 carrying a backpack. I haven't seen him in three weeks. It's my hometown's Tsuchiya Yaodo.
About the sound of the intercom was waiting for me because I could hear it even if I was in Mr. Mio's room 603, but he surprised me more than I thought. In the hand of a glaring earthen house, but a bag of drugstores is firmly gripped.
"What do you say, you could have bought it!?
"Ooh. Good grape flavor."
"Oh, thank God"
"And sake, see"
It's just a helicopter that the earthen house took out of its backpack for climbing. And that label.
"Did you bring the Creed Festival from home on purpose?"
"Ha-ha! When you don't know, it's the best thing to do. You, you look like you're in trouble."
"... thanks"
The Creed Festival is a pure rice daiginjo made in Yamaguchi Prefecture, or a little expensive sake. Pricing is not exceptionally high, but becomes a brand that tends to rise in price due to its unique sweetness and the rare value that comes from the strength of its regionality.
It's a particularly familiar drink in Kyushu, and it tastes like a hometown that many people bring out when they go to work elsewhere.
"You've been drinking a lot too."
"Yeah. But I'm gonna give it to you. You're gonna have to tell me everything. What the hell?"
"Oh, actually -"
"Um, are you a friend of Matsumoto's?
"Oh, Mr. Mio, are you awake?... Is that it?
Mio's voice from behind. Looking back, Mr. Mio stood with a pink cardigan feather over his gingham check pyjamas supporting the wall. The dark hair that was disturbed is easily trimmed by hand.
Nothing's wrong with me, but what's this discomfort?
"Duh, it's Yudo Tsuchiya! Wow, just beautiful. Hey, Matsu, you're a beauty. Why are you in that guy's room?"
My gaze shakes my shoulder loosely with it fixed on Mr. Mio. Your hand sweats are amazing.
"Why did I say it twice? This man is Mio, the premature maiden. He lives next door to me. He's my employer."
"An employer? Not a boss or anything?
"Oh. I have an employment contract with this guy to help me with the house and stuff. That's all I get paid to eat."
I thought about how I explained it until Tsuchiya arrived. I also know that given all the hassle, it would be easier to properly deceive.
But that would be too rude against a dirt house that rushed me home with a secret booze on a precious day when the end of the electricity was normal at work at 9: 00.
We should be honest, even if we don't communicate it well.
That's my conclusion.
I don't know. I don't know.
"I asked for it from you. I'm ashamed that romance has prevailed in my life just for work. I always take care of Matsumoto."
Oh, I see.
Mio as a social worker is out in front of the earthen house where we first met. Is that how it feels?
"Come on, Early Maiden? Seems like you'll catch a cold if you see it."
"Yeah, there was an indigestion. Tsuchiya bought you medicine, didn't she? I'm sorry to dress like this, but thank you so much"
"No! How dare you!
This guy, Mio smiled at me and changed his attitude blatantly.
"Kinds say they call friends, but you're just a friend of Matsumoto's, and you're kind."
"hey sooo praised, hahahaha"
"Sorry, I don't feel so good about this... We would like to thank you again"
"Whatever!...... hoooooooo"
Take care - and Earthhouse, who waved until Mio disappeared across the hallway, sighed like he fell in love for about five seconds, this time grabbing my shoulders.
"Matthew, what's that voice guy you heard on the phone earlier? That's a lot different."
"My face is close. It's disgusting. Well, what, sometimes when you're not feeling well or tired, you get kids back, right? Mio says it's a little extreme."
A little.
It'll be her private story about Mr. Mio at night, and you can't say it out of my mouth on a boulder.
"Matsu, I didn't even say a word about getting to work because it was delicious. This one's dying under a cuckoo."
"I'm sorry I kept my mouth shut...... wait, is that the guy who did it to Zura?
Zura Cuckoo is probably Chief Hayakawa, a professional egg trap who pushes others to work.
My nickname when I was there must have been bald cuckoo.
"All of a sudden, Hussahussahussa's Zura wears it.
"I finally got my hair growing achievements hahaha. You'll be rewarded if you try, you understand? '
I said something. "
"What about Murasaki?
"I grabbed my neck before I said anything"
"Well done."
Murasaki was our junior. It was the first year I took a cat stuffed animal when I was taken to a game center in a dirt house.
Although he gained a reputation for being cute at the time of joining the company with a small child-face, he has a proven track record of freezing the company many times in the first month of joining the company because of the fucking seriousness and the fact that every statement blasts the shortest route without going far.
I was worried that you said something this time, but that's something like a dirt house.
"Well, it's time for Matsu to go back to early maiden care."
"Right. Thank you for your help today."
"Oh, you're tired. Don't let the sick get their hands on you."
"I'm not letting you out. Maybe."
Ultimately, the "Lord's Prayer" may work. Exactly the only world God knows.
"No, but you're an early maiden. A thank you from the Maiden."
"You think you can count on that, huh? I know a lot about gifts and stuff because I'm a marketing person."
There's probably no restaurant with night views or anything like that that the earthhouse would expect. Good luck and invite me on my own.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Say hello to Maiden."
"Oh, I'll take it from here."
"Yes, sir."
He's a little numb to call a Kyushu boy, but he's a generous, unobstinate, and feel-good man thick to his emotions. I think it was worth coming in just because I met this guy, even a black company with superior end of power.
Tsuchiya, waving his hand to the elevator flickering, stopped as if he remembered something along the way.
"Ah."
"What's up?
"Earlier, the Creed Festival."
"Ooh."
"You can't just leave it for a sick premature maiden, you don't drink"
"What?"
"I can't forgive you for keeping your mouth shut about living halfway with Maiden."
"What?"
"Goodnight."
"... what?
Honestly, I seriously recessed for it.