"So, how long are you going to stay?
I drop out of school, do some shopping, then go home, and I take a breath and see a tree that is as forgiving as ours.
I haven't been around much lately because of the midday, but I've been in this house many times, so I know I'm on my own, and so on.
The tree, which had shown itself to be like that because of its aesthetic shape of putting its feet together and drinking coffee, let its gaze wander into the universe as it thought.
"Hmm, I want three days for now. It's so hard, really."
"Your father is not a bad man, but he lacks the flexibility to accept other people's claims."
"Stubborn, irreconcilable anachronistic shitdaddy is fine."
"You know what?"
"I was wondering if you'd be instructed to go out with your parents or something."
It's a tree that has its tongue out that when I grow up, I leave the house, but it doesn't mean that I really don't like my father.
His father is a man who passes through his muscles, the kind who, once in his nostalgia, treats him with familiarity. I just can't get a thousand years old into my nostalgia, and I can be a good person for Zhou.
I guess not admitting to socializing with a thousand years old is that the tree house is so well housed that I want my son to pick the woman he deserves.
In addition, there are times when perhaps the father of a tree simply doesn't like a thousand years old.
However, as for the tree that seems to be denied headless, that's why I'm trying to leave the house.
"That's a good point, Zhou. Let me like it."
"My parents are so close, they want my son to pick someone he likes,"
"I'm really jealous of your parents"
He exploded as a result of being harshly raised and became the current tree, so there's not much reason to deny it.
He also said it was a disobedience in person to dye his hair brightly and make it look light.
"You say that, but your parents respect you."
"I respect you as a person, but not as a parent. You shouldn't just repress me...... They're gonna bite you because they're gonna try to grow something that just needs to be given some candy in moderation, only with whips."
"Can the candy giver recognize it?"
"If you're gonna leave me alone, that's what convinced me, but I just stripped my fangs because I'm gonna put them in a cage and put them on to the collar."
He lived for decades and didn't even know that, and the tree, who let him flaunt his shoulder, drinks the coffee he had left all at once.
'Cause I'm not a kid, either. Well, you're doing a lot of calculations.'
"Computation?"
"Well, until I graduated from college, I had to wipe my parents' tibia on the boulder, but how long would it take for me and you to jump out of the house and live together, and what would the process be like?"
"That's a prerequisite for popping up."
"If you don't admit it."
Though I think trees ready for that in high school are amazing in a way, I still want them to reconcile as a circumference that maintains a pretty good relationship with the tree father.
For now, they're here until the wrath of the Tree Father eases, but I want them to make up for it early.
"Well, take your time for a few days. Fortunately, I have time off."
"What you need to have is friends......!
"Don't stick around, creepy"
"Wounded! Desire Mr. Vertebra's cooking as a compensation!
"Even if it wasn't scratched, I'd eat it."
"Go ahead."
"Don't be a sweetie, you're disgusting."
"It's a terrible, more direct expression... oh"
Zhou relieved himself only slightly as he looked at him as if he was frightened, as his face smiled, although he deliberately tried to cry and imitate him.
It's common for him to battle his father, but this morning's seemed a little terrible. He seemed mindless or airy at school, so he seemed to bring it back somewhat.
Well, I can't really tell the person, so Zhou spilled a small exhale while pretending to soften to the tree.
After sundown, midday came to Zhou's house.
I guess it's because I already have the ingredients Zhou asked for.
I told her that the tree was there beforehand, so she didn't seem upset by the way the tree was loose. More like the tree panicked more subtly.
"Long time no see, Akazawa."
"It's been a long time since I've been here. Suddenly in the love nest...... because I'm joking because I'm, like, okay. Sorry to disturb you so suddenly, but you're having trouble getting unfamiliar."
He groans plain because Zhou silently stepped on his feet and did so, but still the tree is smiling and smiling like a person likes it.
"No, that's not true. Because it's more fun to be busy."
"Even if he's here, he's just gonna shut up."
"I'm not saying that."
Because he was embarrassed, when he clutched his mouth, the tree remained, so Zhou flanked him so that he could not see at midday.
Although the tree has little area to pinch because it is in the ideal shape of a man.
"Then I'll make dinner, take your time"
When the two of us were on a whispering offense, at midday we grinned at the angel, wearing an apron and traveling to the kitchen.
I don't know what to tell the boulder, so I guess the other party leaves it to the perimeter.
The tree, gazing at the back of the middle of the day, grins hauntingly.
"... you're close enough to give me the keys"
"Ugh."
It must have become too routine to use the key. They came in without ringing the intercom, so the tree noticed.
"Take your time, for Mr. Vertebra, it's like this is the place to be, so you get out, right? You'll look like your wife as soon as you can. That attitude."
"Can I kick you out?
"I'm just kidding... but you realize it looks like it objectively, right?
Trying to grab the root, the tree escaped, sat on the carpet and started to start the game, so Zhou decided to get off the couch and sit next to him and crush his spare time while kicking his back lightly with his knees.
After a while, I started making the sound of being dished out, so I wouldn't even let the boulders have it all at midday, so I got up and went to the kitchen.
"I'll help. Do you want me to take the other one?
"Thank you"
Arranging the serving on the table, as usual, he looked like the tree was subtly shuddered.
"... something..."
"What the fuck?"
"No, I don't know."
Zhou spilled a slightly bewildered voice, "What the hell," into the tree cleaning up the game without saying it to the end.