Blurry dreams and present boundaries lean towards the present at once as the morning sun enters the lid.
Colourfully decorated ceilings when eyes are opened as the surfacing consciousness commands.
This.
"I know the ceiling..."
Because what I see every day.
Well, then, as soon as I tried to get up, I got a lot of pain and weight on my body.
What the hell!?
And, even if I try to scream, I don't have the strength, especially because of the unusual weight on my belly.
I wake up only a little body complaining about giggles and pain, and I look at my own abdomen.
There was a futon there, a swell like a mountain.
What the hell!?
It's the second time since early morning.
No, this, I definitely feel like something sucks.
I scold my body, which just moves a little, and for some reason I move my bandaged arms around and roll the futon. Then there's something like the head of a golden man.
Oh, I don't like the suspicion or anything in the morning.
Looking at the blonde hair on her belly with trembling, she grows a little hand. And the hand came to my stomach.
"Piggy!? Don't mop me, eh?
Scary! Super scary!!
I'm scared that my hands just grew out of my blonde hair, but I'm really scared that the fat is coming out of my puffy belly!
As he moved his jittery and aching body and managed to retreat his blonde fat mochi, he sounded a butternut flashy and the door to the room opened.
"Phoenix!?
"Young lady!?
Dr. Romanoff and Mr. Rottenmeyer jump in with a change of blood phase and see me like a jittery and flipped tortoise and my body hardens for a moment.
Then he looked at my bloated abdomen and Mr. Rottenmeyer hoisted his eyebrows.
"What is Mr. Utsunomiya doing!?
Mr. Utsunomiya? Who, that?
No, more than that.
"Ha, ha! Blonde fat mochi is coming!
Oh, no!? No! Stop!?
I felt like I knew what it was like to be milked by a cow because of the great momentum of the fat I gave him.
"You also continued last night...!
"Sorry I didn't sit down!!
A flax-haired girl bent her hips deep with her thin body trembling in Mr. Rottenmeyer's rarely stretched voice. At your feet, Leggles, who is a blonde fat mochi, is a perfect hook.
I think I remember why that sight was, and when I stared at it, what I thought, Leggles, you walked away from the girl's feet and up to the bed I was sleeping in.
"The young man was injured last night because you took your eyes off Master Leggles a little!? How many injuries would Master Leggles have suffered had it not been for the young...! Do you understand, Mr. Utsunomiya!?
"Yes! I'm so sorry I sat down!
Dr Romanov nods in a difficult face to Mr. Rottenmeyer's words as well.
I can't swallow the situation at all.
As I twisted my neck wide, your little hand, sitting near my knee, pulled my pajamas as hard as it was.
"I'm hungry"
"oh..."
It's like a little belly bug is complaining about his dissatisfaction in you, Leggles.
But grown-ups have scary faces, and girls-- Mr. Utsunomiya has a crying face.
I don't get the courage to break in a bit.
Was there something wrong?
Looking around the room, I saw a 'West Porch' hanging from my coat.
Sure, I feel like I left the peaches the princess gave me bewildered because there was no time lapse.
Move your bandaged arms.
"Mr. Leggles, can you bring the bag that's hanging from the coat?
"Mmm."
And my little leg goes to the coat and touches the waist porch. Is this it? And when I nod to ask with my gaze, my little hand takes it off the coat well and puts it on my lap.
As I put my hand in the biggest entrance and searched for peaches, something similar to the status window suddenly floated in the sky.
"What the hell"
"Huh?"
The window says what's in the waist pouch, showing "horticultural scissors," "handkerchiefs," "pocket paper," and then "Sendao."
It would be a peach to say "Sendao".
When I touched the display with my fingers, a peach appeared from inside the pouf and waist porch that the princess had given me.
"This is the item box."
Well, convenient.
If it's so convenient, you want about one item box in the family.
Sounds like the magic used is pretty advanced stuff, and they don't get it that easily, but they want this.
Forget that.
Your gaze, Leggles, which can belly the cucumber, is still piercing the peach.
But I served it good, but I have to peel off the peaches to eat them. But there's no such thing in bed.
When I touched the peaches wondering what was going on, they suddenly split me fine into two, easy-to-eat sizes.
What an air readable peach. Even if I rushed to take out my pocket and put it on, the fruit juice that seemed to overflow wouldn't even contaminate the paper.
Boulder, princess, your peach.
Perhaps the princess tells you not to get your hands dirty when you eat them. Fantastic!
Just pick one. I'll open my mouth, Leggles. I'll feed you.
The moment I mumbled and chewed, the look overflowed with joy.
No!? Stop!? When a beauty toddler is happy, you'll be fine!?
Aesthetic Scary!?
Violence to vision by beauty from close quarters is going to distract me.
I'm dazzled by the creases, and I fall into bed. I want to pass out now.
The face deviation of the beautiful toddler is too high, and your body hurts and your body hurts and you can step on it or kick it.
But wouldn't a beautiful toddler allow me to lose consciousness and, uh, open my mouth like a swallow chick in front of her parents?
Ahhh! Whoa, whoa! So what's the beauty? Huh!?
I don't care that I'm screaming my nose out, eating peaches and hanging out, eating and repeating the hanging out a few times, and the peaches are gradually in the last slice.
This frees me.
A few moments later, when I tried to dedicate my last slice to chick beauty.
I don't know what you thought, Leggles. You grab the peach.
Yes, you are. That's how you ate yourself from the start, me, I wouldn't have been so tired.
A soft pulp of puffy peaches pressed against my lips, sighing and wiping my hands with pocket.
"Hmm!?
"Mmm!"
Guru's lips open with peaches, and at last the sweetness of the pulp reaches the tip of his tongue.
I don't have time to get drunk on the unspeakable fruit scent, and the thin fingertips play on my tongue as I crush the pulp.
"Phew... mmm... mmm...!
"Yum?
"Hmm......!
Stop pushing your fingers into your mouth to the limit.
I thought so because of the lack of acid and the distant consciousness.