"Here, Mr. Mio, let me get my hands off you and open it."
"But I'm still embarrassed..."
"No, I won't miss it. Today is the day to show you."
"Ugh..."
Somewhat forceful, but both of us are the way to go. I have to ghost my heart today.
"Come on, don't hide it"
"... Yes"
As prompted by me, Mio opened his hand, which was tightly closed...
"Done -!!
"Unloading, done!
I moved to Mr. Mio for four weeks.
Mio's unloading, which he has been working on with the tricks in the meantime, is finally over today. The massive amount of cardboard that once filled the floor is now without a shadow to see. The gentle sunshine worthy of Saturday at noon illuminates the flooring wood that has been completely revealed.
"This house was so big. I remember when I looked down before I moved in."
"I don't think it's common for two LDKs to have a critical floor area to live on their own."
Originally, I cleaned up cardboard sooner, like dishes and books.
The problem is a cardboard with something to do with Mr. Mio's privacy.
"It's like that on weekdays, and you didn't motivate me to unload the holidays because I wasn't around. Look, you left this box too much and the gum tape was sticky."
"... you have no choice. After all, I'm a little embarrassed to open my own old albums and journals..."
"That's how you kept putting it off, so you became the feather to expose it under the day in my presence, right?
"Ugh."
The last thing left was a box full of diaries and albums, as Mio put it.
I don't care if someone else opens it, Mio says I can feel it leaving it open, and there's no sign of opening it for long.
Inevitably, it depends on the means of coercion thus allowed.
"It's a waste of resistance to hide it by hand until the end. I wish I'd just cleaned up the day I wasn't there."
"Are you ready?
"That's why it's been unopened for two years, leaving it on the floor is too much."
"Ugg."
I managed to get it to persuade me to open it, and now it's just finally dispersed inside the bookshelf and storage.
With this, I saw the unloading, which lasted more than two years since Mio came to this room.
"No, but you also brought your graduation album with you."
"Somehow. Even if you keep it at Kanagawa's parents' house, it'll get in the way."
"I do want to see a graduation album once in a while."
"... don't look at mine, okay?
"He said he wouldn't do that. But yes, when it comes to memories."
"What could it be?
I learned to catch on to Mio's words, and I realized that was due to what I had heard during my recent visit.
"Who was" Ah Chan "?
"... how could you tell me about that kid?
"Why, you said yourself while Mio was feverish, right? When I turned the room upside down and said," Ah, you're not here, "I was wondering what happened."
"Yes, I would do that."
After the example cold was completely healed, Mio only remembered the time when the fever was high.
I came home, my eggs ate boiled egg liquor, and my friend Tsuchiya bought me 'Ozu 'You could drink'... and that's about it.
He hardly remembers flipping his room.
"I think it's the name of a stuffed animal."
"Yeah, that talkative stuffed animal I took care of until the fall of fourth grade."
"Ah, there was. When I pressed my stomach, I said, 'Konnichiha!' or something like that."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You look a little like Fubuki."
Instead, I chose the same white fox fu because she looks like Ah, something like that.
"Have you thrown it away yet?
"I lost it when something happened. I don't really remember because it was a long time ago."
"That's a lot of childhood toys..."
I couldn't go home with you in that summer sea bath, Flash Squad Chivasiga Sagar's Chibared doll.
Will my hero still be protecting the waters of Ishigaki Island?
Somehow I got into the air of soaking nostalgia, and Mr. Mio stood up with his hands slapped in bread.
"Well, lunch is totally past and shall we have something to eat!
When I look at the clock, the time is 2: 30 PM. I should have started in the morning, but if I had concentrated on the work and the rush, it would have been completely over time.
"Oh, shall I make something"
"It's too late, and let's go eat for the unloading commemoration. I have a cafe in the neighborhood for lunch till 3: 00, so thank you."
"No, no, no, no."
"Oh, you don't have to worry, do you?
"But"
"Because I will pay 20,000 yen for proper holiday travel."
"That way."
After Kanya, I settled into the format of having lunch as a holiday travel allowance. Every time I go out with Mio, I'm supposed to negotiate, and maybe it's time to lay down company rules.
It would be like the fourth paragraph, 'Clause on cafe rice'.
Two hours later, at 5 p.m.
I came back to the elevator in the apartment when the sun was leaning a lot longer.
... Take Mio, who is about to enter the mode at night.
"It was delicious. Me, fried shrimp -"
"Hotaru Phew. Me too."
"Really?
"Ho, ho, ho"
"... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Nice and fuzzy. I'm a dead man around Reaper."
"Carolina Reaper".
It is the name of a cow with a Scoville value of two and a half million, and a death source with it.
As of 2013, it was registered in the Guinness World Record.
"What the hell are you putting that thing down for, that cafe?"
"Sorry......"
It's what I keep in the cafe, and it's the end of my luck that Mio put a little in the pasta that I told you wasn't that far.
There was an idiot who offered to replace the plate to show Mio that he was no longer at a meal for the irritation and pain caused by the volatile large quantities of capsaicins, even in one good place.
It's me.
"The shrimp fry lunch that Matsumoto replaced me with was delicious. Really."
"Mio fu fu fu pasta is also hot. Ha ha."
In the meantime, we have decided what needs to be done today.
"Even Uno Yamafuka"
"Do..."
If we're not together, Mio will start a reflection (Sabato). Even for me, I feel like I can only do about Uno today.
Cheyne.
Well, I guess I'll do it today under the 'un-non-call with two left' rule.
With that in mind, the elevator arrives on the sixth floor. When the silver door opens, there's a hallway I'm used to seeing...
"... Senior Matsumoto?
"You, are...!
Smooth scorched tea hair, put together in a purple shrub. A woman, wrapped in a tonal purple piece and carrying a paper bag, stood in front of my room.
"Who...?
"Who is that person, seniors"
The same question flies from front to back.
"Maybe it's her? Is that her? I'm sorry if I'm on a date, but I have business too."
"Oh, um..."
"I'm late for my application. My name is Murasaki and I have been teaching Matsumoto my job."
Standing in front of room 605 was Murasaki, a junior in the previous company.
But strong.
Strong pressure.
Courtesy, but cold as every word stabs. The hallway is turning into a talking frozen land.
"Ababa..."
Mio, who is supposed to be dealing with employees of the war from time to time, is trembling under unknown pressure.
I am against such juniors.
"Fluffy..."
I couldn't pronounce my name.
"Senior!?
"Yes, no, this is"
"No way, did that person even pluck your tongue out, Senior!? Is it thiopental, seniors?!?
"Oh, my God."
"It's really my fault..."
"Here's what I'm saying, Senior."
"No, from the others"
"Seniors, you're still cutting yourself for people, seniors. But I can't believe I'm physically cutting my tongue..."
Yes, he was, this is what he was.
He was smart, but he was an asshole.
"Hey. No, there it is."
It's like I bit my tongue off before this.
"Oh, my God... Senior Tsuchiya told me, 'Matsu became a host or childcare worker,' but I can't believe he was selling his body"
"Ababa, ababa..."
"Okay."
To clean up a chaotic situation I am.
Five minutes to go.
Run into your own house.
"Power on!
Bring hot water to a boil of up to 70°C in a kettle.
"Whoa whoa!!
I drank it, to wash away the capsaicin left in my tongue. Now you can join the conversation.
"Phew."
The downside is that capsaicin rises and temporarily savours spicy hell.
Milk, I should have bought it.