"To the right extent, such tyranny! I don't need a law if that's gonna pass!
"If I'm right, there's no tyranny in anything?
"No, because..."
"Murasaki (this guy) is a little bit of an asshole. The sexual roots don't bend. If the guy who cried for it is only right, I'm a bad guy and much better! Why don't you do it the way you're a bad guy?
"Hih."
"Hey, hey seniors!?
The impromptu venue is indoors. Inevitably, the voice sounds and stands out. It would be even worse if a man were yelling at a female opponent.
Originally it caught the attention of the crowd, but now I feel the attention of the entire venue is already right here. It will also be a matter of time before the staff rush.
"We're leaving."
Guess that, no, you were going to do that from the beginning. Senior Tsuchiya turned his heel and walked to the exit.
"Huh?
"It annoys other customers no more"
"... ok"
I understand what Senior Tsuchiya is trying to say. It's no use any more.
I talked to Senior Gan and found out clearly.
I'm not at all willing to reflect on her. Never admit your nonsense. Even if I let you apologize by mistake, it would surely be a thin one just on the tip of your mouth.
If that's the case, I don't want it.
I glanced at the dry seniors with their eyes black-and-white, and I also took the space off to the exit.
Get out of the venue and make sure the staff hasn't come after you. Apparently they never even called the police, and I finally breathed there.
And I can't believe you yell at me all of a sudden. I had an unexpected voice when I tried to say that I wanted you to at least give me notice.
"Kira!
"... Mr. Mio?
Mio was running out of breath. I can see Senior Matsumoto heading this way from behind.
"Are you okay? Aren't you crying? Are you hurt?
"Mr. Mio, from today on at your parents' house"
"It's okay, I can't believe my parents' house. Anyway, all I have left is my childhood stuff. I was worried that Rikiko might be shocked..."
Next to Mio, who somehow keeps my head going, Matsumoto asks Tsuchiya a lot.
"So, you've done it?
"Sort of. Easy work."
To Senior Matsumoto like that, Senior Tsuchiya nodded like nothing.
"I told him to pick up Murasaki, so I thought something was up, and I was surprised to hear him yell from inside. Are you okay with this?
"In the meantime, they didn't call me. They did. Oh, thank God. Thank God."
"You're the one who called me..."
"I saw Murasaki's phrase more than that. It's a shock to hear a familiar human roar."
You should go home with someone other than me.
That's all I said, Senior Tsuchiya just left alone. All that was left was Senior Matsumoto, who looked like a boy, and Mio, who kept my head going.
"Murasaki, you've met someone I used to know, haven't you?
"Yes, I see you"
"How'd it go?
"I hear you're here to solve the problem. Did it work?
To Mio's and Matsumoto's senior questions, I recall a series of streams.
"... I find it very hard to say that it was a perfect and smart response"
Because I've had a content-free argument and I've just been yelling at you.
But. Still.
"I don't know, I'm sober"
"Oh well."
"Well, let me tell you more about it over tea."
Senior Matsumoto told me that I was suddenly hungry. Speaking of which, I barely ate yesterday due to nervousness and lack of money. My wallet is still thin, but my payday is right there, and I won't have to worry about the money anymore.
"By that tall building, there's a melon bread store with salame sugar a quarter walk away. Oh, if it's a cheap and delicious route, I'll walk a little, but there's a bakery on the other side of the station that's 40 years old..."
"... Has Murasaki ever lived near here or something?
"No, I've never been here before"
"Right, yeah. That's great."
I don't know, but I guess it would be a good thing if they complimented me.
Let's thank Mr Tsuchiya again for leaving.
I just caught Senior Tsuchiya earlier in the week and said thank you. I got a little tired and they said, "Not yet."
Although I don't know what that means, anyway, I also settled for the cause with dry seniors who haunted me for more than six months. Because of this. Do you want me to make some time and make a stuffed animal for Mr. Mio? That's what I thought.
Until I got a call from Senior Gan.
"Paap...... Murasaki-san. Um, it was my fault. I'm sorry. I apologize. Sorry. '
"... Yes?
Sudden call, sudden apology. He said he didn't try to admit all that nonsense.
To me I don't know what that means and I can't react, Senior dry just repeats, "I'm sorry." I can see that you are also angry from your voice.
'Please, help me. I can't do this anymore. I'll be identified. Scary'
Specific.
I pinned to the word that came out and I logged into the SNS account I had left behind. During his peer-to-peer activities, he was uploading pictures of his work as a plush author. Sometimes.
Try typing Dry Senior's handle name 'Colour-in' into the search window. With the search candidate (Sagest) that the AI displays, I guessed the situation.
"... this is"
It was burning.
I can't chase everything, but I can tell by a glance at the timeline. Senior Dry's account is on fire.
Rather, it continues to burn in real time.
"Because I will also return the money Murasaki-san paid. I'll give you other sales too. Just one thing, post" solved ". Otherwise, I can't sleep anymore."
The reason this happened came out as soon as I did a little research. There are a number of posts and articles summarizing the summary of things, all of which are roughly consistent.
"There's a yelling fight at the impromptu."
"Reasons for Disbanding the Popular Circle" Purple Workshop ". It was because one of the members consigned with the reseller and ran away with the circle's distributions. Rep. Pa Pu falls under stress and is in hospital '
"Pa Pu's boyfriend is furious when he asks how things went. Get in the impromptu meeting where the killer is and everything brightens up. '
The peer world is hard to uncover the evils of the past if we move the genre. That's true.
But it's not like you'll lose what you've done. Once it's on fire, any fuel named Information flows in from the original genre. It can never be stopped by the burning person.
I can't put out the fire.
"The intercom is ringing. I'm telling you by courier, but I'm sure you're lying. Somebody's coming. That's how far we're coming. Please, forgive me, please '
"I see."
Probably a real courier, but she doesn't think so.
"I've solved it," "I forgive you," or just "I'm fine." Help. Help!
I didn't mean to hunt you down so far. Nevertheless, there is no alternative to what has burned.
Anyway, now I decide to say what I have to say. I immediately opened the post form and posted my first statement in about six months.
Occasionally, 'likes' gather, and the statements are diffused. That's it. I'm sure you'll extend it to the extent you need it tomorrow.
Papulu @ Duck_Purple_Duck:
He's not my boyfriend.
"That's it," he said.
I heard dry-seniors screaming from across the phone, so I also posted what she wanted later.
"In the first place, it's an urban legend."
The next weekend is inconvenient and the next. There was also the hope of Matsumoto seniors who wanted to hear more about it, and me and Tsuchiya seniors were interrupting Mio's house.
Senior Matsumoto's brewed milk tea smells sweet and the stuffed animals sit well at the end of the living room. Nice room after all.
"If you want to reason, you can do whatever you want. You can't admit your mistake and defeat him."
"I know that, too."
"If I did it, would it be difficult to rely on the law? I got a little bit of money for civil litigation and it's over, so even if I win, I'm bored. It could take years with a detective."
"Can't you tell me, and the trial is tasteless?"
"So, what's going on?
"So that's the idea of reversal, Maiden!
With an arrangement like turning a rock, Senior Tsuchiya spoke well of his maneuver.
"That hand thinks, 'You're right, you can do whatever you want.'"
"Really?"
"Yan, let's start with, 'Yeah, right, you're right! You're all right!' Besides, the other guy's in good shape."
"Hmm."
"'So, because you're right. What?' Cut back. Correct, if you ask me ahead, I'll stop thinking by!
"Ugh."
"If you freak them out even louder, you can't have their brains anymore. The same goes for Tokoroten!
"Ebony."
I can tell. I feel something close to the extreme M.O. I read in the novel.
"Senior, may I ask you a question?"
"What Murasaki"
"I understand why you acted at the impromptu meeting, but what set Dry Senior's account on fire?
"... uh, that one. No, yeah, I aimed for you, but I aimed for you, didn't I?
According to seniors.
Oh, and if we make a scene in public, the wild horses of interest will unearth the facts and inflame us. That's what I thought, and it was up to me to write it down on the SNS and bulletin boards.
"I aimed, what?
"I didn't think it would burn that far. I did. People's worlds are frightening."
In the end, no matter what I wrote, the fire kept burning for nearly a week. I'm not sure about the last one because the call from Senior Gan stopped coming along the way.
"Dry, I hope this reflects on you..."
"That's the thing."
I lost a lot, but I got some.
The Dollmaker girl in the example circle contacted me. I'm sorry I misunderstood, and he sincerely apologized. Good boy.
Genres are puppet-making comrades to each other differently. While I promised to teach sewing, I could only find out a little bit about Senior Dry's aftermath.
"Senior dry said he was quit of that circle"
"Well, I guess so"
"Yes, in that flame, I seem to have learned with my own hands how hostile the reseller is and how dangerous it is to join hands with it"
"Oh, yeah."
"He approached me by pretending to join hands with a reseller and saddled me with evidence of evil and weaknesses to loose business"
"............ yeah?
"I'm glad you're making progress for the good of the world."
That will not eradicate resale. But I'm sure it'll only decrease a little.
If there's even one less circle that follows the same end road as the purple workshop, that's a good thing.
"Uh, if Kira's convinced, is that okay?
"Do you even grow weeds in your heart, that woman!!
In a calm afternoon, on the sixth floor of a splendid apartment, the scream of a senior earthen house with his head was attentive.