"Why don't we hit the night breeze a little bit"
I divided up the dishwashing, and I invited the dirt house out onto the veranda. The coolness of the wind blowing at the end of autumn (Halloween) is pleasant on the face with booze. The far-sighted Tokyo Skytree will also fit Halloween, lighted up in orange.
"So, what the hell?"
"Tsuchiya said Murasaki was an ant or a pear."
Again, the answer to the question that I asked you seriously was a long word.
"No, Nashi, do it."
It was an instant answer, a black man from Hayama City.
"Are you Nashi?"
"How did I do this before? The other one was a pear or a candle."
"Well, leave the other convenience at this time."
"Even so, no, Murasaki or what?
"Murasaki, I'm telling you."
"I know it's him, but no..."
I expected the most of these reactions. Because of the usual tendency, it would return this way instead of blindfolding or something. We have to change the way we ask here.
Second, I recall that it was also from this veranda when I first stepped into Mr. Mio's house five months ago. Around this place that inspired my current life and now I'm talking about Tsuchiya and Murasaki, I changed my question to Tsuchiya, thinking it might be quite a causal place.
"Like what?
"Whoa?"
"Don't suppose Mr. Mio was transferred to Hokkaido?
"Hokkaido? Well, it's easy to meet. Distance."
"But I can't keep up with all the circumstances. That's when Mio tells the dirt house.
"I'm anxious to live alone with a woman, so why don't you come with me"
Holy shit. "
I don't think Mr. Mio would involve anyone, even if it were really a transfer, but I decide not to worry about it because it's about what's going on there.
"Go. Don't do that."
It is an instant answer.
"By the way. At the same time, it is assumed that Toya's company will create a Shikoku sales office, and Murasaki moved there. The destination is Kochi."
"Kochi. I wonder what else there is but cuttlefish and Ryuma Sakamoto."
"Personally, I'd like to deduce Aosa's tempura"
"Ho, did Aosa do blue. That's Tempranilla."
Was it "Hirome Market" in Kochi? I've had straw-baked cuttlefish in front of me. Aosa tempura, which was great to eat with salt but optionally applied, was good again. Mio seems to like it, too. Shall we make it next time?
"Oh no, I don't mind talking about Kochi's rice. If Murasaki were to go to Kochi."
"That's what I did. So, is that it? Murasaki will come to me and tell me what to do."
"As long as you wish to go to Shikoku. Now there are two invitations and one to choose from. What do we do?"
"No, no, I have to go to Murasaki with that analogy. I don't know who the other staff are, but I can't let the rookies go alone."
"Even if that was three years later and Murasaki was alone?
"Three years or sooner"
"Even Mr. Oyama is the one who goes with you?
"Uh, Mr. Oyama..."
Oyama, the assistant manager who was on the same island as me. Now that I'm gone and I have a dirt house in my replacement, I hear it's a desk opposite the dirt house.
I don't think he's exceptionally good or cool. He's a regular Ozisan. But I think he's a respectable person who takes good care of his family. There will be almost no work problems with Mr. Oyama.
"What do you say?
"I'm not sure... hmm..."
"If it were you, I'd give it to Chief Hayagawa."
"If you don't, I'll follow you with concern."
"That's right."
"Oh, and now he's a 'nebula bald'"
Apparently it means it's stuck unexpectedly in a cliff situation. I guess it's a combination of Never Gives Up moves when it sticks.
"Really... Well, anyway, as long as you only follow Mr. Osama to Murasaki, who has served you alone,"
"Hmm."
"Even if there are collaborators on the ground with experience..."
"Hmm."
"Murasaki himself is willing to go to Shikoku..."
"Akan, Matsu."
Tuya, who gazed at the night view of Halloween stretching from the sixth floor of the apartment, turned this way in a heartfelt hurry.
"What's up?"
"Even under the conditions, we will follow Murasaki's side."
"I thought you might be."
Tsuchiya, no, probably Murasaki, too. We don't see each other as paedophiles. If we were born same-sex, not heterosexual, we would have gotten along for a long time.
Still, I might care unconsciously. I don't want someone to take me, I don't want to be apart, if that kind of emotion is behind my chest. It was a question that I expected to see in this way of asking.
Though I can't say enough that consciousness will change the future for the better. Still, it must be better than to regret being too late to notice.
"No, seriously, it's me. Margie."
"Oh, my God, you're wanting her every day for saying you want her."
"No, say it, Murasaki ya. That Murasaki guy."
"... well, yeah"
Murasaki is a good one. I'm honest and honest, and I'm a junior who understands people's pain even if they can't guess people's emotions. Even your face is just a little young and cute.
But the person in your mind may be Mr. Murasaki, I know a little bit that if you say so, you'll have nowhere to take your emotions. Especially when I joined the company, Murasaki was too short of everything as a social worker, because he was like a nuclear warhead with a firing switch buried in one of the rooms.
How many times have you two bowed your heads with Tsuchiya?
"Well, I was relieved just to find out you had that kind of emotion."
"Safe without?
"Love feelings, that's a lot to say, right? That's not what yours is. I thought so. Somehow glad to see the shape."
"I don't know what to say."
"Neither do I."
"No, no, no."
"Shh."
Somehow I returned it in a dialect. It doesn't make any particular sense.
"Well, I don't know what I have to do because I get it. Just take your time."
It's getting cold and we should get back to the room.
Hands on the window handle conveyed the coolness of the autumn air to the aluminum basket. Today is the last day of October. Tomorrow, in November, the season will finally start heading into winter.
Behind me thinking about such a seasonal shift.
"No, I'll decide what to do"
"What?"
A guy like Summer Forget said that.