"I'm sorry you sent Yu-sa, but are you going to have her stay at home?
"... it was"
Sister Chihiro tells me to remember.
We were all crushed at the banquet yesterday, and I totally forgot because I usually live in a big house.
I can't stay at my parents' house.
"Early Maiden? I'm sorry, but I can't let my parents sleep."
"Oh, right. I can't believe the rest of us went on for two days..."
I'm afraid so, Mio, but it doesn't mean I can't stay because I don't like Mio.
"It's not, Mr. Mio. Physics."
"Physics?"
"I can't physically put him to sleep."
My parents, the Matsumoto family is small. It's narrow anyway.
Sister Chihiro and I left the house, so it should have gotten wider, but until then, the things we had been forced into filled up with empty space.
What happens as a result.
"If I lay four futons, the floor will be filled. It doesn't matter how hard you try."
"Oh well..."
When I returned home as a student, I was put to sleep in a short hallway. The bottom cold of the New Year was intense.
"What, you can't stay with me, Early Maiden?
"I'm sorry, Yusuka. I have a kid who steps on someone sleeping in the hallway, mistakenly mistakes him for a monster, screams for real, and beats up the neighborhood. You can't put Mr. Mio to bed like that."
"Sounander"
"Don't look away"
What did I do when my sister tried to go to the bathroom and she stepped on me and yelled at me?
I had that incident and managed to create space to lay an extra piece of futon as a recurrence prevention measure to this day.
That's why. Asking Mio to stay is not a blur in itself, as long as he does, but the other addition is a bit ridiculously harsh yesterday today.
"Then I'll look for a hotel, won't I? It's a big city, so somewhere will be empty."
"Then I'll send it. If it's your niece's beach, or the number of hotels, why don't you go to Ohio Park and the others?
"Wait, Yuji. You don't have to go that far."
That said, Sister Chihiro twirls her car keys with her fingers.
"Oh, are you familiar with the industry there?"
"Industrialists......? Chihiro, what's your job?
"Hotel employees. If we do this in the name of a hotel in the city, we're gonna have to win or we're gonna burn our throats out, right?
Do you have enough hotels to burn your throat out, Fukuoka City?
Is it something that burns out in the first place, a human throat?
"Well, sister, I'll ask you to join me"
"Yuji stay and help the grandmothers. It's time for your hips to get rough."
"Then if you can just tell me where it is, I'll drive it."
"I don't like it because I don't have insurance"
It comes with some amazing flavor.
Yuji, Chihiro said the same thing.
"If you like Mio..."
"It's settled. Okay, let's go."
That's all I'm saying, Sister Chihiro gets into a white light car with Mr. Mio. The Fukuoka number car carrying both of them quickly disappeared across the corner.
"You're all right, Mr. Mio..."
"Oh, Yuji, where are you going, Maiden?
"Oh, Grandma. My sister came to the hotel because we had no place to sleep."
"Oh, my God. You ready to go?
"... ready?
I had a bad feeling about Grandma's words.
"You're in danger, Maiden."
"Yes?"
Matsumoto's house became invisible and Chihiro suddenly said so around the corner where he left for the national highway.
It was awkward to keep quiet and it helped, but I also have a little trouble not seeing the story.
"I'm glad I didn't have to get caught up in a hell of a banquet,"
"Dj, Hell's Banquet? Like simmering your best friend into a curry?
"You know minor movies. It wasn't, it was a banquet yesterday, was it? It's the eve of a hurry."
"Previous Night Festival"
Is that it? Buried in tons of meat and sushi. Is that the night before?
"That's when the story spreads to the neighbors and everyone gathers for convenience today is the real deal, so to speak. Grandma bought me three kilos of sea bream, so I figured."
"Well, if it's such a gathering, it would be rude if I didn't attend."
"It's okay, as long as Yuji is there, he'll cheer himself up. Anyway, they're people who want to put it on something and drink shochu, so at all."
"Mazumi, Yuji, I hope you're okay..."
I was upset about the unexpected story and I almost said Matsumoto, but I'm still fine. Even Hirosaki did well.
Easy, Maiden Mio. You can do it, woman. He is a computational and negotiation professional who has entered into several tens of millions and hundreds of millions of yen deals as a marketer.
The first face-to-face conversation for marketers is more of a mainstay. I was able to ice break in five minutes that older men, both twenty and thirty, would be their opponents, and I've lived in a world like that.
Today's opponent is Matsumoto's sister. That is, same-sex of the same generation. It's nothing enough to pretend to be her for a bit.
I'll take care of it, Matsumoto.
I'll let her do her part nicely.
"I'm sorry to have to go out with you so much, but not her."
"Huh?.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"Well, was it really faking her?"
Sorry, Matsumoto. I wandered off. I found out in seconds.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you're a bad employer.
"Um, why, since when"
"Because it's the job of hoteliers to see human faces. I can't tell you why, but 70% of the time I met you yesterday, it was my instinct."
"Since then..."
"I don't feel like renting her on the subject, or maybe someone at the same workplace. I'm sorry my brother put you through this."
"Yes, no. My brother will take care of you."
"Good boy. If you were really her, I'd be perfectly happy as far as I'm concerned."
Looking lonely somewhere, yes Chihiro said it small. The glare of the street lights and the darkness at dusk make my face not look good.
"Oh no, I don't..."
"He said you don't have to be modest. At least Yuji has the highest regard for you."
"What, eh?"
Highest rating, by Matsumoto.
"Oh, my God, Grandpa and Grandma are old, aren't they?
I want you to feel safe showing me your best daughter-in-law right now. Yuji's going to think about it, and I wouldn't have brought you here if I hadn't thought of you as the best woman. "
"Ababa"
"Abba?
I don't know what to do, you're the most praised person in my life outside of work. I'm going to cry.
"It's not exciting to talk about cars around here. Down here."
Soon, the white light car stopped in the parking lot. Apparently it was a really close hotel.
As he opened the sliding door and stepped down on the asphalt, the heat of the summer pushed against him. I smell charcoal roasting chicken from somewhere.
"Um, thank you for sending me...... the hotel in Itoshima is unusual, isn't it?
The building in front of me was a lot different than I imagined.
It's made of wood. Goodwill and lanterns are on. It says "liquor store."
"Oh, that's funny. It's getting fun."
"Uh, Chihiro? You're a drinker here, aren't you? Why?"
"You've decided to come for shochu. If we're going to talk, we're going to limit ourselves to potatoes."
Shit.
This guy was also someone who wanted to put it on something and drink shochu.
"So, but the car."
"Ho."
"Discount vouchers for driving agency services…"
"Don't worry. Because I'll send you to the hotel properly!
Chihiro laughs with a card painted big as "Two Discounts" in his hand. Nicka-sounding smiles were indeed somewhere similar to Yuka-chan.