It's all one flower.
922. Anxiety of the Waiter
Leno keeps writing the lyrics all morning and the pencil is going to crumble.
It was two days after the broadcast in a small city in the northern part of the island of Nemoralis.
Starting this morning, the citizens of Yarbraka hiccup in the park where the truck of the temporary broadcaster is located. The full song lyrics broadcast and the account number to which the scaly spider (urocogmo) exorcism cost was transferred were also pasted in the co-op store, but the spectacular crowd was constant.
I also pasted it out on the carrier, but half the people who take notes and want it.
... Mr. Rafe, I wonder where he went.
Leno almost stopped his hand regrettably saying that he should have stopped the DJ rafe using any hand at that time.
"Well, Mr. Store Manager, I know it's tough today, but thank you very much"
"Ask the guys at the security company to print just the numbers."
"Best wishes. Both of you, take care."
Finishing the ordination, the state-broadcast Giorchi and the funeral parlor Agoni get off the carrier.
"Good morning, everyone in Yarbraka City. I'm Joorci, the announcer."
A packed citizen calls his name verbally and returns a morning greeting.
The wall of the carrier was tapped lightly, and Leno accidentally raised his face.
From beyond the beaten spot, I heard the announcer squeaking.
"Here you will find the song lyrics you used to broadcast and where to transfer the scaly spider extermination costs. Temporary broadcaster manpower and paper are limited, so please prepare your own notes."
Funeral home Agoni's voice continues.
"I'm going to jump to Rachka and report the broadcast response to the security company."
"The lyrics and account numbers are also available to cooperating stores in Yarbraka city. Best wishes to everyone outside this broadcast area"
"Joorci, please sign!
The voice of a young man continues to sound like an aunt.
"You mean the headquarters of the national broadcasting, Cravel, what's happening now?
Signing voices and voices for information pushed in anger, and the area around the truck was all at once noisy.
The face of the carrier stops his hand and looks beyond the half-closed door.
The consciousness of the people was directed at the two people standing on the side of the carrier, and no one cared about the inside.
... Huh? But if we don't stop this, we're both gonna get out of here, right?
As Leno floated his hips, the driver Medvege also stopped his hand writing his account number and raised his hips.
"Boy, keep sharpening your pencils."
Medvege lined up in Leno, turning the head of a boy soldier Morph trying to get up with a gassi stroke. Pina and Amana pass over a bunch of paper written up. The two received with a caged smile of determination and stepped off the carrier.
In the absence of Captain Solgnac and DJ Rafe, Leno, as the manager of this mobile distributor, Praethermissa, must be firm. But his legs trembled pitifully as he fronted a heated crowd that was heterogeneous to the broadcast.
Medvege's big hand pounds Leno's shoulder. The warmth of his palm (basket) drained his shoulder strength. Shake the bundle of paper overhead and call as long as your voice can.
"Everyone, listen to me! Through Mr. Joolucci, please!
"If you don't get out now, instead of coming back by the end of the day, we're gonna have to stop looking into that information -!
Nearby people look at the squeaky two.
Jorch's voice crossed among the people as he sewed the gap.
"Racica also has an extraordinary government. We'll gather as much information as we can about the capital, so for the moment, if you can pick it up, it'll help."
The enthusiasm of the people cools at once, and they look at each other in a chilling manner with those nearby.
Leno raised his voice all the time here.
"Please write and distribute your account number and lyrics, along with your friends and neighbors. There are a limited number of them, so it would be helpful if you could all increase them!
Scratching the hedge, my aunt came out in front of Leno.
"I'll call you at the ladies' club."
"Thank you"
Passing one bundle of paper into the hand offered, a similar voice hung from everywhere, instantly missing a set of lyrics and account numbers.
Those who didn't get it, take them with someone they got and leave the park. The pedestrian walls diminished and the funeral parlor Agoni paved the way for the harbor.
Watching until the only ones left were those who took their own notes, Leno and Medvege returned to the carrier.
"Good day."
Cruillo hoarsely calls out. Pina and Tis, Amana also smiled on her face as she was about to cry.
... I guess everyone remembered that one in Dossici City and was scared.
With that said, Captain Solniak wasn't in the truck then either. Leno went to quell the crowd with the captain and the Dossici City Police force, but was scared even with their help.
I think again of the fear of my sisters being chased around in the square, hugging Tis. My sister's hands were slightly sweaty and cold.
"I asked the city folks to write, and you want to take a break"
"Well, let's make some tea"
"I'll boil some water."
Padolrik and Kruillo's father and son start preparing tea somehow, and Amana also puts down a pencil to help.
Juvenile soldier Morph, as Medvege told him, was at best sharpening his pencil.
The use of knives outside of battle is also considerably improved, pointing the core with unsafe hands. Yesterday I cut my hand many times since morning and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana had me cured, but I taught Medvege and Padolrik the trick and after noon I was no longer injured.
Still, I'm not good at writing letters, I can't rush the task of writing them, but he's helping me out on his own by doing what I can.
Pharmacist (dull) Awellana had been adding to the task of writing lyrics by interrupting drug making since yesterday.
Old fisherman Aviace has been going to help local fishermen for a while before sunrise and still won't be back. For the past few days, he had made the dried fish he would bring home as part time money for everyone's lunch.
The scent of vanilla tea went over to the carrier and everyone's complexion was better than just now.
"Mr. Rafe, I wonder where you're doing it"
Leno spits out the anxiety he has built up in his chest. Everyone was mindful of Leno and kept him from touching the matter as much as possible.
"Because of that brother, I was disgusted with floating grass life and I wanted to run away. I don't know."
Says Medvege as he strokes his jaw.
I'm really going back out there right away, and I'm likely to have gotten into some trouble. But no one on the boulder put that possibility to his mouth.