When it comes to sentimental, it's sentimental, but it was brighter than being imprisoned by negative thoughts while growing mushrooms alone thanks to Mel.
Well, as always, Mel is still trying to go home, but as far as I'm concerned, I want you to talk a little more about your return until I feel rather positive fun. I know you're being very selfish, but I'm sure Mel will forgive you for something.
When it comes to that, it's a topic of discussion, but, um... Speaking of which, there was one thing that bothered me about Mel.
"Hey, Mel, why are you such a character? Mel, who I know, has a more bruised tone and a cute tone, and she seems to enjoy saying she wants to know humans, but she lives in isolation from the world..."
I think Mel is a different character attribute than Mel from Ladillo, who is now a favorite because of her blurry, pale, penetrating attribute.
I liked Mel from Ladillo, but I'm still a little concerned about this difference based on the premise that Mel loves right now.
"Oh, bruises... what, you've known about me for a long time... Even I have to deal with you..."
I smiled at Mel's obstinate whining as she stared up in regret as she leaned down red. In my heart, I applaud you. I don't want to fall in love with you, but you're always the character of my favorite game I've ever been so fit in. So cute, thank you.
"Mostly you. What happened to the salutation? Hey."
"I'm tired."
"Cool reason. If it's enough to give me vegetables, I wish I could give it to Master Nicholas."
I laughed and made a bad fallacy. Because you don't have to be good as usual, Mel will forgive you.
Mel sighed like a pain in the ass. But I knew there was nothing more to dig into and ask.
"Well, you look fine, and I'm leaving now."
"Yeah, thanks"
Thank you honestly and stand still on Mel's back as the escort walks through the open door.
But I was curious, and I opened my mouth to stop my foot, which I took a step outside.
"Hey."
Mel looked back annoyingly with a frigid face and was just a little scared when she gave that look as usual because of her red eyes. Whether the contents are gentle or low in height, or if you don't have that option, Nora and Cara will subtly wear it if it's your current personality. Well, anyway, the fundamental danger is the difference between cloud mud.
"Aren't you going to answer the question after all?
"What? Question?
"So why are you doing me good?"
She seems to be good at it, but she doesn't answer honestly and roars.
"You asked too many questions."
"That's business, and this is just a conversation between friends, so that doesn't apply."
Mel, who laughed a little funny even with my reasoned face, did not deny my friend's words. Mel is the best friend I can have for Nica, Nora and Nana who can't really take off the cat they're wearing.
"Uh... still, I'll stop. You'll just feel bad if you ask."
"What makes me feel bad...?
I tilted my neck as if I didn't know.
How can I feel bad for being nice to me? - Ha! Hello?!
"Ya, you still like me...?!
"There's no way, it's time to hit him?!
I immediately raised my hands and indicated my willingness to surrender because I was clenching my fists with Mel's grumpy, seriously clean face to my teasing mixed mess. Mel pounds her tongue and opens her hand.
I kind of feel like Mel is going to be more and more of a common kid that I don't think he's going to get from the Duke's house because of me, but well, it's my fault.... What if Mel's parents tell her to stop dating that kid? I just feel like getting snorted out of it. Sad.
Mel left our house about three meters in total, and the last third escort rushed to stop the door he tried to close.
"Hey!"
Mel looks back with a tired face.
"... what the hell, come on, let me really go home"
Sure. How many times do I have to stop him?... but.
"Come back."
"... you don't have any friends?
"I'm here. There's just no one who can get the vegetables out. Hey, have you heard back?
Though I heard it with a slightly sweet voice while I was aware of the angle and not too much flattery I calculated to look cute, Mel didn't even show me one of the illuminated barebacks.... No, it's more of a good thing because even if I fall in love with it, I'm just in trouble.
Mel smiled bitterly as if she were a baking child to look after or even her sister.
"If you feel like it."
I shouted to Mel, who was just walking away again, without worrying about the volume of voice that the house next door was empty.
"Turn around!