"Hey, Cho, Angel, can I borrow you?

It was after dinner that I got a call from a thousand years old.

I usually communicate with them via an app message, but I don't know why, but they call me, and they ask me about midday, so I don't know what it means.

It's not Zhou's when he tells me I can borrow it, and if I'm going to get some time, I should ask him in person.

"Don't ask me. Ask the vertebrae."

"Are you next to me now?

"... I'm here."

Tomorrow after school? Ask me. '

"Listen to yourself."

I thought you didn't hear the contact details, but at Christmas, you worked so hard to get a thousand years old at midday that you didn't have time for that.

So, I guess I made contact with a perimeter that I knew my contact details for sure and was on my side frequently.

I understand the thoughts of a thousand years old, but I'd like to say that this is not a biographical pigeon.

In the meantime, it would be better to talk to him in person, so I hand him over at midday, which is making him wonder next door, and tell him, "Thousand Years Needs to Talk," and deposit my body on the back of the couch.

Midday seemed puzzling, but I was honestly taking it and putting my smartphone in my ear.

"I replaced your call.... Uh, tomorrow? Yes, I don't have any particular plans..."

He's probably being pushed by a thousand year old bullet talk, and laughs bitterly as he sees midday in trouble.

There are no signs of dislike. I'm just surprised at the abrupt offer, and I wonder what's going on, something like that.

I'm gonna take a good look at this one, so I'm gonna say, "I'll leave it to your discretion. He wants to play with you, not me," I'll just give it back.

Once in a while, they play with friends at midday, but they prioritize returning in just a few hours to prepare meals.

Sometimes I thought she should take a breath or something. Aside from whether a thousand year old push will catch your breath.

"Yes.... Well, then I'm going to accept your invitation..."

You made up your mind about Zhou's word, telling that to the thousand years over the phone, "Yay! The voice was also heard here and the midday was reflexively keeping the smartphone out of my ear.

The tension was too high, and I laughed, and my gaze was in line at midday.

She also had a small grin that seemed troubled, then slightly relieved and joyful.

Where my voice has subsided, I am again turning my ear to my smartphone and resuming the conversation.

The way it looked smiled, so Zhou smiled small and watched over her.

"Thank you. I'll pay you back."

I was politely returned my smartphone when I hung up.

Apparently, the story has come together, and he's going somewhere tomorrow with a thousand years old.

"It was sudden. Thousands of years old."

"Well, you surprised me."

"It's not a bad one. Just a little forceful."

Though I feel a little out of place, I praised Mild. I'm never a bad kid, but I'm just a little pushy.

I'm bitterly laughing at the fact that I know that at midday, but I don't like it, so I'm glad. It's a little sad, albeit common, that I don't feel comfortable with the girlfriend of a man who might say he's my best friend.

"Don't worry about me tomorrow. Have fun."

"Yes."

"... oh yeah"

"Yes?"

I hope you enjoy it, but there was one thing I had to keep in mind.

"If you get sexually harassed, don't hesitate to hit me. He's cute like our mother, because he likes beautiful things, and he even wants to touch beautiful people like you."

I stopped it last time, but I really like cute things a thousand years old.

I relied on that wisdom eye for my midday birthday, but I am slightly anxious to leave you alone with midday.

At midday, it's a girl with a beautiful face. It's cute and beautiful enough to attract attention just by walking around town.

I want you to pay attention to Napa, but you also need attention from the hands of a thousand-year-old demon.

"Well, I don't think I'd do it if I didn't like it, but I'll stick with it on track that it's a halfway rejection, so be careful... what's wrong with that?"

"... nothing"

I caught my neck because I could see my lips closed all at once, but at midday I looked away quietly without saying anything to my mouth about what I thought.

On the day that midday was to play with a thousand years old, Zhou also had a quiet time a while back home just now.

I'm on my side for midday these days, so the time for one of these is about a holiday.

It was also sweet when midday offered to make me lunch, so I spent less time alone.

Of course, I don't hate that...... I even remember the comfort, but sometimes this was a good thing for a single space.

Just a little bit, but I feel cold next door.

(I'm totally used to it at midday.)

It feels normal to be here already, but it's only been a few months since I've actually become involved.

Yet I guess it went well with the extra distance I feel like I've spent years with you.

The feeling of distance, such as the degree of taste of the same air without undue interference, was pleasant around the area.

Trouble is, I don't think I want to let go.

It's simple as I am.

There is no fever to say it's a clear favor, it's too exclusive to say it's just a neighbor and friend.

I have more favors than friends, and then as a paedophile, it's only a small light fire yet. Aware of it, I feel an indescribable itch.

Tilt the balance of favor any further at midday and you probably can't go back.

So Zhou puts a slightly lit heat in his chest and covers it up.

Where I was favored, midday would just be troublesome.

She's been quite fond of me with her, but I don't think it's the first thing that comes from romantic emotions. More than that, is it possible to like such a care-giving man?

She affirmed herself, but I still don't think it's the first time she likes me, so pointing at something with different directions just makes it irrelevant.

Zhou looks softly at the window, holding back his emotions in his chest.

It's winter, so the sun goes down early, and the sky is completely down with a dark book.

It's only after eighteen o'clock, but sensibly it could be called night.

Thousands of years old, so I wouldn't be the first to walk late at night, but I'd still be somewhat anxious to let two high school girls walk in this darkness.

"When will it end?

If I sent a message to the thousand-year-old, who has the smartphone without letting go of her skin, she immediately replied, "I'll be seeing you soon."

Thousands of years old weren't going to play long after school, so I was relieved to hear more about when I was going to be at the station, and Zhou got up off the couch and headed to the washroom.

(You still have the wax the other day)

I didn't really feel like it, but I can't help it if I'm going to meet you at midday and outside.

Basically, I don't want to do it myself, but my parents beat me all the way in. I would be able to reproduce about my hair back then.

If you look in the mirror, you see yourself looking like the usual root darkness.

Zhou took the wax in his hand in order to change its wild and unspoilt self with his own hands.