"..."
"That's what happened while I was talking to you."
A few days have passed since that Halloween today. For November, called Frost Moon and Cold Name, cheerfulness poked and the scent of winter faded somewhere, such a morning.
I was telling Mio that I talked to Tsuchiya. Yeah, I finished listening with a snort, and Mio took a sip of the coffee in his hand with the look of his emotions leaking out, about 8: 3: 1 in worry, curiosity and remorse.
"There was a lot going on, that night"
"A lot...... There it is. A lot..."
"Mr. Mio opened up as soon as he slept."
Mr. Mio is the type of person whose memory flies on top of his vulnerability to alcohol. Speaking of memories of a Halloween party night transformed into a wolf, he's interrupted around the beginning of talking to Murasaki on the couch.
"Ah, Matsumoto's food was delicious. Pies are so fragrant when they're baked."
"That's good"
"Just after I finish eating..."
"Yes."
"It's nothing."
"Nothingness"
"Vain None"
"Is that it?"
"I don't remember anything..."
"Well, if Mio hadn't talked to Murasaki, you wouldn't have been able to talk to Tsuchiya like that, so it's a theory of results"
That night, Tsuchiya said he would act immediately if he decided to. I see. I thought he would, and I thought something was going to happen by Christmas in two months.
"It was too soon, wasn't it?"
It's been three days.
"It's been six months since we met. Apparently."
"It'll work, if those two"
Actually, I heard from Tsuchiya last night on a chat. I suddenly wondered what it was like when I only sent it to 'Tomorrow, the Park', but shortly afterwards Mio told me that 'Kiranchan is going to take a picture of the duck in the park' and I finally swallowed things up.
And today, we're bumping into one problem.
"Where are they?"
"We'll be circling the pond soon."
"You have too many ducks..."
"Oh, look, Matsumoto! Cocksucker! There's Cocksucker!
"It's like looking for a black swan." That's the bird that buried the analogy. "
"I think I read it in the elementary school library."
It's not at home that Mio and I are here right now.
It is a large park on the outskirts.
While the two of us go around the outer circumference of the pond with ducks and cocktails, we are looking for Tuya and Murasaki, who would be taking pictures somewhere, but it is hard to find them. Next door, Mio looks around for a tiny cup of canned coffee.
"But I wonder if I'm really glad I came. Though I don't think it's something people want to see."
"Tsuchiya is the type to shut up if you don't want him to know. I've been in touch with the location. I mean, come on."
When I repaired Mio's "Ah Chan," I recall the figure of a dirt house that went all the way down to earth to have the audio taken out of the nearly broken memory. Drawing on Earthhouse's willingness not to tell Mio because he's not smart enough to do it, I still haven't told Mio about it.
Even in the case of Mr. Murasaki and Senior Kai, he only designated a place for us to rendezvous and did it all himself.
That's what he's been saying on purpose. Must be enough to take a leg for once.
"I wonder why...?
"I don't know, maybe for Murasaki care in case"
"Murasaki Care"
"He doesn't seem used to it."
He seems to be the one who can't say that directly and only chats five letters in "Tomorrow, the Park".
Nevertheless, if I'm accidentally too close and noticed, I'll get in the way. I'm walking careful to find this one first. Yes, but...
"Um, by the way, Mr. Mio"
"What's going on?
"What the hell is that outfit all about?
We have a knitted hat disguise on our masks now. In the distance, I have prepared something that we do not understand, and Mio, who walks twenty centimeters away from me, is equipped with sunglasses.
Sunglasses for a brunette beauty. It's like an overseas celebrity with the addition of style to it and the opposite stands out... never be there. The reason is that it's the Avidas jersey you're wearing.
I wonder what kind of brunette beauty walks in a jersey, a knitted hat, a mask, sunglasses and a cat towel from her neck, I mean.
"Hey, is something wrong?
"No, somehow, so does the strangeness of appearance."
"Yeah."
"Isn't it hot...?
"Hot...... And the sunglasses are cloudy and I can't see them very well..."
"Right"
The can of coffee I bought was also ice cream.
For now, I just had a knitted hat that was having a mysterious chemical reaction with my jersey, and a few more minutes of walking.
"So putting natto in the curry actually makes sense...... Mio"
I stopped Mr. Mio when he was talking about no other love.
"Huh?"
"There he is."
That's right next to the point where we started going around the pond. The clockwise side of a point that walked counter-clockwise.
Tsuchiya and Murasaki in private clothes were crouching by the pond. Towards a herd of ducks gluing around the middle of the pond, Murasaki stands with a single-eyed reflex camera that seems to be in small hands.
"It was the other way around."
"That after all this time, we're still together"
"Yes."
Success, does that mean?
Fortunately, the two of them are pointing towards the pond. Instead, as I turned my ear away as I passed behind, I was able to listen to the conversation for a moment.
"Uh, Murasaki?
"What is it?"
"Do you have a duck?
"There you are."
Murasaki as usual. A dirt house that looks obviously exhausted.
This feeling.
"Mr. Mio."
"What's wrong, Matsumoto?"
"Not yet, is that it"
Apparently, we made it to the game.