- Two hours ago - 10: 30 p.m. -
"I'm sorry, Matsumoto seniors, Maiden...... But next, next, I'm sure!
In the same order as in the dozens of times, me and Mr. Mio can only ram on the desk.
The never-ending infinite Uno prison had already spanned five and a half hours.
"Murasaki! What are you... don't gamble or anything like that!? I'm not fit by the time I'm lethal to something called rushing or reading!
"Okay, seniors! I command the liver!!
"Fine, if you know what I mean! But the problem is now the uno in this room. Just so we're clear, I don't feel like it's over."
"Ma, we're still coming! Look, everyone's saying, if you give up, there you go..."
The moment Mio said so and raised the Patron Saint (plush).
Yu, squished.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Huh?"
None of us know what happened for a moment. In silence, white and yellow urethane pounds down to the living room floor.
"Ababa"
"Mi, Mr. Mio, don't move! If the padding splashes, you won't be able to undo it!
"Early Maiden, didn't you reinforce it?
"Ho, reinforcement?
To avoid kicking the urethane, Mio, whose tortoise had become lighter as a Lao on King and whose lower body remained solidified while standing on one leg in the flamingo style, pointed his neck only at Murasaki for words he was unfamiliar with hearing.
"Reinforcement, Murasaki."
I also turn my gaze to Murasaki as I pick up the urethane on the floor and pack it into a nearby vinyl.
"Citra...... no, this cat uses a cloth that's not bad for a prize. It just doesn't fit the yarn, so if you don't reinforce it, the weak spot will collapse."
I thought it had been treated because it was beautifully maintained, but while I added, Murasaki is observing Yu listed by Mio.
"It was pretty rubbed in the enclosure before we took it. Is it any wonder that the deterioration is faster?"
"Duh, what shall I do? What am I supposed to do?
"Anyway, if it's enough to sew a little, it's out of my control when you pick a site and reinforce it. I'll have to ask the vendor."
"Can you let me do it"
Murasaki, who apparently completed Yu-chan's observation, said hello.
"So, I can, Mr. Murasaki!
"Yes, because I did my citra too. From what I've seen, the way it broke is pretty beautiful, so I'm sure I'll do something about it."
That's what I said, I took the sawing set out of my bag. From what I've seen, it's not a professional tool or anything, it's a very normal needle and yarn used to re-button.
"Are you okay with those tools?
"It's okay, no problem. I'm going to break it down, so in the meantime can you just buy me some yarn"
The required yarn material, thickness and color were specified. They'll be aligned at the neighborhood supermarket.
"And if I put it down, I need an eye and safety pin, adhesive for the cloth."
"What if there were several kinds?
"I'll ask for the cheapest. Oh, the glue is a good one."
To put it that way, Murasaki began to disassemble the stuffed animal. Remove the remaining padding, remove the hoodie you were wearing, turn it upside down and remove the unwanted seams with the thread cutting scissors.
"Wow..."
By the time I got back, Yu, who was 3D, had turned into a flat face.
Even though it's obvious, I feel like this is the first time I've understood that "plush toys are made of cloth and cotton" by splitting between parts.
"Yarn. This is it, okay?
"Yes, thank you. It's okay."
"And Mr. Mio can move now because he's finished picking up the urethane."
"Oh, well, did you?
"… So, here we go"
Murasaki threads the needle with a familiar hand. From there again, it was fast.
"Wow......"
"Mr. Mio, it's dangerous to approach a needlework."
It doesn't precipitate.
Murasaki says it's because it's the second time, but I know it's not the only speed that can explain it to amateurs.
During viewing, the cloth and cloth are bonded to the original shape, reinforced and assembled from the plane to the 3D. Upon finishing the stitching and turning it upside down, I could see the shape of the stuffed animal, which was finished to an indistinguishable level from the original.
"Urethane is still fine, but I'll add a little to get it shaped"
Fill the fine area at the tip of the hands and feet with pieces, inflate the rest with urethane and close the mouth.
Less than an hour later, "Cloth" came back to "Yu-chan".
"I also reinforced the area where the felt of my clothes was about to peel off with adhesive. Leave it for an hour and I'll hold you."
Murasaki, did you have such a stunt?
"Yeah, well, there's a lot going on."
I was so handy that I thought I'd be able to eat with this. Mio also stares at Yu, who is completely more than normal and dries adhesive on his chair.
"Mr. Murasaki."
"What is it?
"Wow."
"Oh, thank you"
"Wow!"
"Thank you!
"Wow!
Mio, who takes Murasaki's hand and praises him, his vocabulary is disappearing.
It was the same when I used to cook ginger, but that's probably the physique.
"It's amazing, it's really amazing! Thanks!"
"Senior Matsumoto!
"What's up?
"I've never been so praised by people since I got a job!
"Oh, good for you"
Looks like my pace, and Murasaki's struggling.
No, I guess it's not like anyone who looks like MyPace lives at will.
I want to fit around, try to fit, but I can't fit. It looks like my pace. In my contact with Mr. Mio, I'm starting to understand that there are people like that.
"Well, that's just the right separation. It's already past ten o'clock. Shall we eat something? Do you have a request?
As Murasaki, they showed us a good place, and it would be wise to open it up here. That prompted me to propose a meal with dinner and evening meals.
"Curry!"
"Udon, or..."
"Then curry udon"
From now on, I don't have time to make curry, but the retort curry is delicious enough these days. There is nothing wrong with stretching it with stock and using it for curry udon.
"If you eat that..."
"That's a continuation of Uno."
"Right."
"... yeah?
Let's break it up.
My thoughts about multiplying this air and cutting it up were democratically smashed by a majority vote.
"Mr. Murasaki will surely win soon. It's so amazing."
"I've figured out a lot of tricks. I feel like I can do next."
Next time we can go. Are you out of your mind for saying that every time?
But if Japan is a democracy. And if I'm Mr. Mio's employee.
"Fine. Let's just hang out... but we need a change"
I just felt I could, and no matter how many times I repeat the current game, the chances of Murasaki winning are limitless.
I need something new. New rules, or.
"Increase the number of people, or? But no."
"I can't believe you're contacting me at this hour"
"Right... ah"
"Ah."
"Ah."
At the same time I remembered a shallow black face, and the three of us looked at each other.
"... that's why I put LINE in you."
"After dinner, until I got here, I thought there was a little over an hour. In the meantime?"
"I tried about 30 fights with a two-second early fingering rule, but Murasaki hasn't won yet"
Murasaki's first accident was counterproductive, even though Murasaki had the idea of winning over Murasaki.
"That's it. Right."
"Thank God you're really here, Tuya. Come on, let's do this."
"Until Murasaki wins?
"Until Murasaki wins"
"Oh, I got a little bit of work left."
"Tsukiya, aren't you going to do it with me...?
"Ugh."
Mio's blow at the top.
It hit the cucumber.
"... Kyushu Boy Meaning, Show Me!!
"Oh, that's the dirt house"
"Thank you, Mr. Tsuchiya. I will definitely answer your expectations. By morning."
"Until morning...?
"Come on."
With the fourth player ready, Unoma goes to the next phase.
"Let the game begin"
It was then eleven hours later that Murasaki drew four Drofoes in the first distribution to decorate his first victory.
It was 11: 43 Sunday morning.