Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"Hey, Mimic, what am I supposed to do?

At the end of the man's gaze, he had a bump.

It's about the size of a child's torso, it has a wide mouth, and a wide mouth bump, which can be seen in a single theory.

Something like that is being put on a low table that is not even that big.

Of course, bumps don't talk - such things are common sense in the public, even men understand.

So what the man was talking about was in his bump.

Mimic.

It's a monster by that name.

So one day, men are not properly talking to organisms - they are not in dialogue with inorganics.

However, this was also said to be problematic behavior in two respects.

One thing - Mimic is currently considered 'what's not there'.

The so-called 'fantasy species' - like vampires and dragons, is a treatment in the world that 'has only ever appeared in gaga, and will always only appear in gaga'.

So if a third party sees this sight, they'll only think 'weird uncle talking to a bump' after all.

And one more thing.

Mimic can't manipulate the language.

So after all, it wasn't appropriate as a talker, and if people saw the sight now, the treatment of 'weird uncle speaking with a serious face to the person who wouldn't respond' was unlikely to pass up.

"Mimic... should I work..."

The consultation details are also not allowed to be heard by third parties.

Because more or less people decide to say, 'Yes, it is.'

But with a sinking look, the man puts his jaw over his combined hands, shallow on the couch, and quietly closes his eyes.

It was the strong sentiment of 'I don't want to work' that made me look back at it.

"I know... that there are two claims in me, two of which are never different... I know that 'dressing as a vampire' and 'dressing as a young girl' are aspirations that can never coexist...!

The man was deeply troubled.

But - Mimic doesn't look like he cared either.

Ba!

When you pop momentum out of your bumps, you uneuneune your body like a bunch of those orange tentacles.

"Let others go" - apparently this is Mimic's ecology.

The original owner's diary says, 'I want Mimic to act like he's going down and do it. Then Mimic is very pleased' with the fact.

So men, too, always do it with a slightly over reactive...

Now, I didn't feel that way.

"I'm sorry, Mimick... I'm all about myself now..."

Men crush.

But Mimic repeatedly goes in and out of his bump, as if he didn't know what such a word was.

Out and in.

Out, in, out.

In, out, in.

If you think you're out, go in. I knew you were out.

Foolishly, he is repeatedly exercising up and down to rub his body against the inlet of the bump while foaming the jubojuvo and the mucus clumped on the body surface.

- That's crazy.

In male perception, mimics were quite intelligent - so much so that in the inhabitants of this castle they would enter the tripod (the inhabitants being five men, family members, dragons, fairies and mimics).

I don't have the ability to manipulate the language, but I can feel how you understand the language.

And yet, would you do something that doesn't read the air so far?

"Are you trying to tell me something?

The man glanced and looked at Mimic.

It's still going up and down violently - sprinkling mucus bumps all over the body surface, forming a jubojvo and cloudy white foam, while coming out and in the bumps.

"You like it, when you want to do it, you can do what you want to do... but I've been kind of concerned about the world and the way you look lately, and I care about what you say and do when you read the air -"

That's all I said.

There was an electric shock in the man's brain.

"- You don't care?

Like a vampire. Like a gentleman. Looks like an elderly person. Like a parent.

Various things were making men nervous.

Restricted by a variety of invisible things, if you realize it, you can't even breathe.

Oh, my God - that's not graceful!

You're good, you can do what you want when you want - not when you want to.

When you want to, do what you want, just do it.

Nobody, don't stop.

Because there is a public body. Because there are people's eyes. Because I don't want you to hate me. Because I want to be liked.

It's all because you feel like you're on your own.

It is always your heart that binds your freedom.

- And I felt like Mimic was saying due to intense up and down motion and every twist of the tentacles.

"... I'm sorry. Soon, it seemed to be an affront to your intelligence. You just can't manipulate words, and I should have thought you were someone who could think and act much better than the other guests of this castle..."

- Uneune.

Mimic stops exercising up and down and lets his tentacles tumble.

That was somewhat of a movement with adult tannins in Nihil.

"Mimic, I... um, don't be kind of lit up. I'm not sure I can say this... but you can. I don't want to work."

- Uneune.

"I don't even want to be in society, and relationships are honest, I'm sorry..."

- Une ~ n.

"I don't like things like that kind of tonal pressure, and he said that it was about the time he stuck a senior vampire in the ocean... and it only seemed like I was about to become a part of society, too"

- Une.

"My heart has regained its freedom. It's all right now. You don't work, you don't socialize, and then you go for a good vampire."

"Yes, that's fine..."

!?

Now someone - in the voice of a squeamish old man - felt someone speak.

But there are only men and mimics in the room - then the man thought it would be an illusion.

'Yes, that's fine'.

... I'm sure you've always wanted someone to acknowledge their free self.

"You've shown pity, Mimic... I'm all right now"

Men laugh.

- And suddenly Mimic went back into his bump and popped out of momentum.

"Wow, I'm surprised!

The man took a reaction slipping off the couch.

So often, Mimic and I stare at each other - laughing.

- There's room back in my mind.

When I recognized that, I felt slightly lighter and the man was always, always, still slipping off the couch, shaking his shoulders and laughing.

I kept laughing until my family found me and didn't pull me off.