"... who are you glorifying about putting a business book cover on your picture book, Mio?"
I stumbled into a landlord and employer who wasn't there.
Under a cover of tecatecas with copies like "Managers and Workers, Both Work Bare Hands to Connect," the fancy cover of "I'm on a Journey to Ookie Lynn" is hidden.
"But now they know exactly what's in it."
The bookshelf, the line is falling apart as we use it.
The first time I walked into this room through a window, it was empty. The bookshelf was filled, and it's already been about three weeks. I was concerned about the coarseness of the line without leaking in the example, and it was fifteen minutes ago that I put my hands on trying to sort it out a bit.
"This is a picture book. This, too, picture book. You don't have to hide animal drawings..."
Why, in the first place, are you organizing one book this way at night?
The answer is simple. Because Mr. Mio hasn't returned yet.
"But Mr. Mio, you're late. Unusual."
I heard from him that I didn't know what time it would be, but it was unexpected that he wouldn't come back after ten. Usually I get up on time and go home at 6: 00, and even if it's a little longer, I only worry about people coming back to the platform at 7: 00.
Dinner is still arranged on the table without hands, but will the hamburger be a bit heavy for me to eat from now on?
"I was watching a movie I couldn't even watch yesterday because I was dating, and I guess I'm putting a lot into it. Something stomach-friendly… make some juice."
Write "Juice" in kanji.
It's a local dish filled with soy or edamame and added to miso soup, and it's a nourishing food that appeared more than once in the famous gourmet comic book Kuo Ng Daddy.
I thought it was really Fukuoka cuisine because I heard it was local food, but I checked it out and they have the same thing all over the country. Don't go in and ask if local cuisine in the national district is local cuisine anymore.
"If I just clean this up, I'll get the beans... yeah?
I realize that the last book, which I thought was in my hand, has a different texture than the other picture books and drawings. The cover is still a business book, but the paper inside is shineless notebook paper.
"Diary, this?
It seems that it was written quite a long time ago, when I was just a kid.
But the diary, along with the graduation album, should have come out of the last cardboard I opened. It fits on another shelf without deceiving the cover.
"I wonder why this is so much separate storage. No, but isn't it a good idea to read it on your own? Put it back in the same place..."
"I'm out of bang today"
Trying to close it, I cared about one sentence that got in my eye.
I remember the word soba. The day after Mio caught a cold, Mio took the raw egg crest festival and stirred the natto, reacting when he took the natto away.
"Give it back to me."
"Was that mixed up with old memories...?
Turn the page just a little while I think it's bad.
"Wow, we're out of bubbles."
"Keyholder Gone Somewhere"
Such a sentence appears at a pace of about once every two days.
And a diary of one day in the fall.
"Ah, honey, where. Micah, why '?
"Ah, you sure are"
That's the name of the talkative stuffed animal Mio took care of. She looks a little like Fu, I thought you said.
"This Micah is a human friend...?
“Ping-Poon."
"Ah."
Physically jumped up to the sound of the intercom. Humans, when they're really surprised, their bodies float like comics.
I totally forgot Mr. Mio was coming home. I rush back to my original place and head to the front door.
I know. This pattern.
"I'll open it now."
Unlock.
The door won't open right away, but wait here in no hurry.
After about twenty seconds, the forehead and door opened and Mr. Mio, the thick eye makeup, peeked in.
"Just now?
"Yes, welcome back. You had a rough day."
"Matsumoto, there's Matsumoto... I haven't heard back from him, so he's barely here..."
"Sorry I'm late. But I'm here."
Because it's your job.
"Oh, yeah. It's your job, right? Yes, your job needs to be done properly..."
"Yeah, so I'll be there tomorrow, the day after, and then I'll be there. As long as the wages come out!
"Wow, whoa."
Mio is the one who gets accelerating anxiety that when I'm late picking him up, I don't like my job and I run away.
I used to wonder if they didn't trust me, but I try to fit in as much as I can after I find out they seem like that outside of the business scene.
"Mr. Mio, have you had dinner yet?
"Ugh, yeah, not yet. I'm sorry I got so close...?
"No. We were supposed to have hamburger for dinner today, but it's time too, and do you want to make it light?
Here, and looking at the clock, the time is 10: 15 PM. I am concerned that eating fat is entering sinful time.
"What is it?
"If you want juice or something, you can make it right away."
"Juice"
"It's the one that filled miso soup with soybeans."
"Tofu, fried tofu and finally the soybeans themselves in......!?
"Besides, today's miso soup seeds are soup leaves."
White membrane, hot leaves that can be done in the process of making tofu.
Needless to say, the ingredient is soy.
"I can't believe there was such a pattern in soy WITH soy WITH soy..."
"Come on, which way do you want it?
"Both!"
Juice in hamburger.
It would also be nice to be protein rich. By the way, a hamburger is not a tofu hamburger or anything, but a cow pig one.... Exactly, I'm going to sharpen the amount a bit.
"Well, I'll take care of it, so get dressed."
"Okay -"
"... that?
Also said, 'Help me!' I thought it was a pattern.
Or Mio should be tired today, but he's a little tight. Maybe junior high.
"No, he's like a junior high. He's twenty-eight years old."
I dropped off Mio, who disappeared into my bedroom, and I headed to the kitchen with a scratch on myself.
Why did Mr. Mio seem so busy?
I'm going to find out why I called from Tuya.