"Long time no see"
"... oh, what an odd encounter."
In most stories, reunion is a dramatic thing, whatever it is.
Me and her. That was easy and unappealing enough.
"The seniors look fine."
"So is Dr. Papu."
"I'm not a teacher anymore."
"Hmm? I used to mean teacher?
"You're the first to call me that."
"That's what you thought yourself," I just said.
"Really?"
You must have opted for a larger impromptu meeting to attend for the first time, the space given to those on the edge seats the seller's dry senior and the member-like girls.
Arranged on top of a tablecloth on the long desk was a doll, not a stuffed animal.
"Beautiful girls."
"Right."
Behind dry seniors who also say so naturally, one of the girls shines her eyes while keeping her mouth shut. Maybe she's the author.
It wasn't a social dictionary, it was a really beautiful doll. The imbalance that often occurs when a ready-made product is mixed with a handmade part is not the same. In addition to that sense of taste and balance, the costume sewing technique still feels stretched.
It's not bright in this neighborhood. I can tell. I'm sure they will not be far away from becoming major players in the genre.
... did we look like this from the side (here) back then too?
"So, which one? You're free to see, but you're not allowed to stay and touch."
"I'm not here to see the distributions."
The girl's expression in the back darkened. I want you to forgive me because I'll have something next time.
"Then what? If it's a personal greeting, be brief."
"Ask about Chamotaurus."
"... oh, you saw the frima app? You had no choice but to sell it because you weren't coming to get it."
"I've asked you many times to pick it up."
"Am I?
"Yes."
Yes, I was away any time of the week when I went to Senior Dry's house to get the stuffed animal I had deposited back. I couldn't see him in 'I could make an urgent run' or anything, even if I had an appointment in advance, and I graduated as I was.
"Maybe, alle? I came to get my share when I saw it sold, like?
"No, sir."
"Well, you're the author teacher. Don't you have a right?
"Of the eight listed, I was the one who bought six"
"... ugh."
For the first time, dry seniors were stuck in a response.
But it's also less than a few seconds away, and soon returns to the tone.
"So? Did you come here to tell me to give you your money back?
"Don't you have anything to say before that"
"What?"
"Apologize"
"Huh?"
"Apologize," I said.
"No, it's not like I couldn't ask. Why do I have to apologize if I didn't do anything wrong?"
"Isn't it a bad thing to work with resellers or sell people's stuff on your own"
"... sister, could it be someone from the 'Purple Workshop'?
Until then, I listened to the interaction in silence, the circle members behind the dry seniors. One of them is staring at me. That was the author of the doll earlier.
I wonder why she knows about my circle, "The Purple Workshop".
"That's right. I was the representative."
"I'm listening to you. The juniors consigned it and pushed Mr. Kokoro with all the chores and sellers."
Colossus. Dry senior's current handle name, is it?
Peers also change who they make up if the genre changes. Celebrities who have no one to know in the stuffed world can also be almost anonymous in Doyle's neighborhood.
On the contrary, even the person who caused the problem can sometimes start over from Ichi if they change their name and move the genre. I guess that's how Senior Dry moved into Doyle's world. Just keep the circle operating know-how you got in the previous neighborhood.
"That's not true, though"
"That's how we used them down, pushed out our own unfinished and reseller duck blame."
"That's not true."
No.
Trying to say that, I noticed. It is true that dry seniors who cannot make stuffed animals were turning to the way the circle was clerical. And there's no evidence I was connected to the reseller, equals, and I can't even disprove it if they tell me I was deported in wet clothes.
I thought you might be taking action on something because you're talking about dry seniors, but you seemed to be hiding the facts well and keeping members on your side.
"Please go home. I can't believe you're even coming to harass me in the circle of destination......!
"No, I am"
"I'll call the staff any more!
"Ugh..."
Soon the surrounding attention has also been gathered. If anything, the staff will also act quickly.
If this happens, we'll have to back off. I haven't even asked Senior dry to apologize yet.
My breath hurts. Vision creeps. My heart is buzzing as a reminder that there's no way I can beat a dry senior in a good relationship.
The sense of blockage, the feeling of helplessness. A loud voice from the right turned it off.
"I see, I know what you're talking about. - I get it!
The dry seniors, the children of the circle and even the participants around them turned in unison.
At the end of that gaze, a slightly larger man with shallow black skin wrapped in jersey and wearing sneakers.
"They're all doing a good job."
The murky and sporty earthen seniors were there. The look of a new gym teacher is too floating from the cute dole's lined background.
"Hey, what are you?"
"I'm the one doing her senior. Looks like our junior took care of you."
"Oh, yeah. You mean your friends at work? Really?"
I hear Senior Dry is suddenly confused.
I'm confused too. I've heard it beforehand, but I'm confused.
"You promised me you'd just watch."
Shut your mouth.
No matter how much I practiced I wanted to get out of the bar reading, I've only heard it in my ear. It sucks.
"Uh, so, what can I do for you, Senior?
"Hi, she hasn't been well lately. That's why I came up with the idea of going out with my face, so I followed it forcefully."
"Huh."
"By the way, is it true that you sold it on your own to take (and) what our junior made?
"I'm not on my own. You can't help it because you're not coming to get what you left with me. It takes a lot of work to sell, doesn't it? I gave you something to throw away because I feel sorry for you..."
"What's the story with the reseller?
"I'm totally the victim, too. Even though there was no evidence, they suddenly took responsibility and kicked me out. Probably got in the way to take a sorority initiative."
"I see."
Senior Tsuchiya nods, yeah, while also bathing in the stabbing gaze of the kids behind her.
I hope it came out, but what are you going to do? I have nothing to prove, even as I rebuffed Senior Dry. Nothing is different from what I tell you if you stay like this.
Senior dry knows that, and he still has a grand chest.
"I have done nothing wrong. That's all I'm saying."
"Right. I've heard so much and I understand, but what you're saying is more correct."
"Uh, uh, seniors...?
"Unfortunately, it's true. What she says is clear."
I don't know how this works. They just said, "Shut up and watch," but I didn't hear you preach here.
"Ah, alas. You know what I'm talking about. Too bad, Dr. Pappu. That's what your senior said, isn't it?
I often see the expression winning face in a novel, but do I say oh?
Tsuchiya asked me again, to the dry seniors, who were speaking to me at the earliest.
"So?"
"Yes? So, what?
Senior Tsuchiya asked again, not knowing what the question meant.
"Because you're right, what is it?
"... what are you trying to say"
That's what I was told. Mr. Tsuchiya breathed in.
"I don't care to hear that the guy about" right "made me cry if he was my junior!!
"Huh!?