I’m Being Paid ¥ 300,000 a Month to Say ‘Okaeri, Kyo MO Ganbatta NE’ to a Hardworking Neighbor Oneesan Who Earns ¥500,000 a Month but Doesn’t Have a Use for the Money, Which Is Really Fun

The last day of October, that is, the thirty-first day.

…………

I've heard that this festival, called Halloween, is close to a basin in Japan. "I've never done a Halloween party. Let's try it once," Murasaki, who came here to Mio's house as promised, was somewhat necked staring at the pumpkin mark Mio had drawn on his calendar.

A witch's hat on its head and a witch's robe on its back. It fits well with a simple costume.

"No, what are you gonna do, Dark Object?"

"Dark Object"

"No, it looks like a diagram of a mysterious black object looking up on the calendar from behind."

"I didn't look up. Thirty-one days is the height of sight. You don't have to look up."

"That's where you deny it."

The earthhouse on the other hand looks like a mummy man with a bandage wrapped around him in glue. Murasaki said it was simple but functional. He didn't tell me what function it was.

"So, what did Dark Murasaki do at the height of his gaze?"

"I had one thought."

"What?"

"Halloween is the day the spirit of the dead returns."

"Apparently."

"When good spirits and bad spirits come to earth to skin your ancestors,"

"Ooh."

"Is that happy to fulfill?"

Calendar, and he shifts his gaze to the "HAPPY HALLOWEEN" card placed on the table, saying it with a serious face, yes, with a really serious face.

Tsuchiya nodded heavily at Murasaki like that.

"Hmm, if you ask me. I really don't. We may not always celebrate."

"Right"

You're right, Murasaki.

"Thank you"

"Hey Matsu, Murasaki said he didn't want a pie to celebrate!

"Senior?"

"Well, if you float and eat pie, you don't have to. Don't defend yourself from evil spirits."

"Senior Tsuchiya?

"Don't worry, I'll send you my taste thoughts later."

"Um, seniors...?

"All right, it's time for you to help me. The two of them. Because it doesn't look like chicken when you carry it in these clothes."

If it stayed like this, it seemed like it would continue indefinitely, so I let it cut me off and arrange the dishes on the table. My costume seems to be 'Inventor of torture equipment and hunting for people', which is usually cool with a hat on my coat, but the downside is that the chicken in my hand looks like some kind of different creature's, specifically primate meat.

"Murasaki"

"What is it"

"Why did you make this after that curry shop?"

"Because I could reproduce the phenomenon of meat looking different with my skill, or I couldn't help but try it"

He mistook 'Garlic Curry' for 'Mingari Curry' at some curry store. What are you talking about?

"Look, just line up the meat."

"Chicken, chicken."

I tried to align the fruit with the salad on stew, basil chicken and bread, mainly pumpkin pie. I don't know what Halloween party dishes and dishes are for the public, but I'm pretty keen on the flavor.

"I've never eaten a pumpkin pie before, in short, is it a pumpkin version of an apple pie?

"I have a lot of trouble putting on the bottom and paste first, though."

"Ha, you're good. Matsu, can you do this?"

"I've had a couple of dishes in the dirt house before."

"I don't know. I just feel like I've been in a crazy situation."

"Were you?

A time of uno hell or a pig's eel? When I was in the office, I thought it was a second night meal.

"I think so too."

"Let him."

"I've had it normal a few times. It was delicious"

"Murasaki"

"Yes."

"... good for you"

"Yes."

You decided not to say anything loud because it's a congratulatory seat, Tsuchiya. I'll rate it.

And I still don't get my hands on cooking while we talk about that. The reason is simple, because one more person is missing.

"I wonder if you're still a young maiden."

"It's really late, Mr. Mio. Murasaki, can you go check it out?"

"Okay."

When Murasaki opens the door to the bedroom in an unmistakable foothold.

"There he is."

"Hey Kira, I don't think this is handmade. It's solid and cute, I think."

"Thank you"

"Not short......?

There was Mio in nurse clothes in the wolf's ear. He is pulling his short skirt down and softening his gaze. If you ask me, Mio is like he's never seen a skirt with shorts on but shorter than a suit.

I feel more shy than when I looked at my underwear before. It's a strange part of the human psyche.

"Hey Matsumoto, this is short, right? Isn't that crazy...?

"Mr. Mio."

"Yeah."

"No problem"

"Me, I'm already twenty-eight...?

"No problem"

"I don't think it's a problem..."

"No problem"

Behind me there are signs of earthhouses nodding several times.

"Murasaki"

"What is it, Mr. Tsuchiya?"

"Well done."

"Thank you. It's a werewolf nurse who can cure someone too tortured by Matsumoto and torture them again."

"About three times as noisy as I imagined."

Regardless of the setup that was just me and the set, now we have all the actors. Let's just say we start before the food cools down.

All right, meet me at the table.

"Oh, uh, really stay in this outfit...?

"Oh, right. Mr. Mio, come here."

"Right. At least something to weave feathers..."

"I forgot to take a commemorative photo. Let's take it in front of the food before we eat."

"I brought a one-eyed ref I use to shoot dolls"

"You think I have a tripod?

"Here's a normal type and an arm type that can be worn anywhere"

"Well done Murasaki"

"Thank you"

"Yea..."

I was still worried about your skirt, Mr. Mio. When we all started posing, it was surprisingly norinous, so the shooting ended without delay.

"Uh, bye. The Sea of Kujukurihama! ♪ Feel like since ♪

Lift a glass of sparkling wine as you reflect on your summer memories.

"" "" Happy Halloween!

"Matsu, do you want to wash the dishes now?"

"What, Tsuchiya, Kyushu boys don't come into the kitchen?"

"Make every corner of the house mine. It's the big black pillar."

"Things are like that."

Wash the dishes lowered from the table and arrange them on the drain rack. Sometimes Mio told me to buy an automatic dishwasher, but I somehow want to do it myself and continue to wash my hands like this.

"I don't know, this one feels more 'eaten'"

"Is that so? So, we'll do it now without it."

"Because I'm going to be busy"

"... oh, yes indeed"

Regardless of the usual dinner, I was wondering if I could wash it all together after the party.

If you turn your eyes to this one and the sofa in the living room, Mio and Murasaki are poking each other in the knees and talking hot.

"So I think the world is a deflated spiral with burgers soaked in it."

"I see."

"I'm afraid a fun cake shop might charge you an estimate, but lemongrass is amazing. It's full of persimmon seeds to the end."

"Hmm, what do you think Mio should do with it"

"Muromachi Era"

"Really?"

Doesn't mean I'm mishearing because of the distance.

Mr. Mio, even Chewie gets drunk, so I was wondering what would happen with the sparkling wine, but it's more arrogant than I imagined. This means you should think about the later response now, and my hand is removing the dirt that creeps back so often for some reason on the stew dish.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Have you noticed, Matthieu?"

"Murasaki's got syrup."

"Do the syrup."

"Why are we having this conversation?"

"I think I'm too imaginative to complement it. Something similar at work."

"Is there?"

They understand the type of counterparty that doesn't get through the conversation - it's a difference in industry, it's a difference in dialect, sometimes it's a question of the quality of the person in charge - by imagining filling in between the lines. It can also be described as a Murasaki-like stunt that is a reader and storyteller.

"Look straight in the eye with that face and say 'OK'. How trustworthy are you?"

"He's growing up too..."

"Eighty percent of the time, if I make a mistake and deal in a way that corresponds to a later claim, I can move on."

"I couldn't"

No, can't you even say no?

"Do what you need to do to fit the occasion."

"I don't want it on top of my ideals, but you definitely need it in real life."

"Na"

"You've been watching."

"Well, I'm the only seniors close to his age."

I understand perfectly well that I did. Even though it's only been about six months since Murasaki joined the company. I can ask you what you're intimate about, even if you don't know me and Mr. Mio.

"What about the truth?

"What?"

What I recall is that Mr. Mio heard it from Sister Chihiro. "Confidence as a human being and confidence as a woman are separate. Sometimes I don't think of myself as a party to a love affair if I don't have the confidence to be a woman, even if I seem to live in dignity '... Apparently.

Although Mio said Murasaki might not be.

"From Tsuchiya, Murasaki talks about ants or nashi"