"Komba. I'm sorry I'm late. I'm Masami Toriyama, Masami Toriyama, who was asked to work. Something's awfully late, isn't it, me? Aren't you mad? You know, aren't you mad? I'm angry. I'm not angry. It's a credit issue before, yeah. But the job is clear, so don't worry, okay? So, what kind of work am I supposed to do? Tell me. You know, don't shut up and tell me quickly."
The door of the room opens without a knock, and a woman walks in and squirts with a nosy, quick mouth. Neither Yi nor Aoshima put it on their expression, but they were obviously staring at the woman.
My hair is dyed pink. Overall, it is thin makeup, but only mascara is thick when done. Black leather jacket and bow in top and bottom set, pink t-shirt with heso underneath jacket, shoes also pink sneakers and a combination of black and pink all over body. The garment itself is a superior functional substitute for appearance.
Are you in your early twenties or something? My nostrils are neat, and I can't even see the beauty if I just look at the shape of my face, but after my mouth has been half open, I have three white eyes, and I stare at Yida with a decent eye.
"Hey, why are you keeping your mouth shut? Isn't that a job request? Tell me quickly. Hey, tell me."
Masami clings to it even more in a familiar tone.
"No... silence or nothing, do you want room to pinch your mouth here... and have you not been informed in advance of the request?"
"I didn't see it. If you're going to see him right away, you can tell me there, and you're going to see a hundred million bucks. Then don't look. I think you should tell me immediately when we meet. That's more reasonable, isn't it? Don't you think? You think so, don't you? You think so, don't you?
"No... yeah, well, maybe... maybe"
Yi can't help but have a bitter laugh spill over her attitude of honesty and beauty without any courtesy towards the first person she meets.
"Yeah, then tell me. What kind of work am I supposed to do? Tell me quickly."
"This one came to you, and I received it as a take on the job? If you hadn't mentioned your request here and taken it on, this plan would be a lot crazier too, wouldn't it?
While subtly attracting the mouth and temples, Yet still desperately floating the sales smile, Yi asks Makoto back.
"When that happens, I think I just need to hire someone else. Besides me, there are a lot of people who are smart. Just tell me what to do with my job? Hey, tell me soon?
"Did you know that we Japanese-wise are following him and the blind spiritualist who made a deal with him, uncovering the flashbacks of the moon of sighing addiction?
Now Qingdao opened his mouth and asked.
"I know, don't I? That's how much I know. I don't bother because it's troublesome to check on the client's current status or anything, but I know that because it's rumored. Oh, okay. The blind spiritualist was surprisingly tough at that moment of the month, so you're a helper for that, aren't you? Right, right?
"That's the thing. I'm glad you understand."
"Gyoko? What's that word? You don't normally use such difficult words. Isn't it creepy to use words in everyday conversations like the ones that great people use at press conferences? That's creepy, isn't it? Are you tempted because you're a grandfather? Something is so weird. He seems to be self-satisfied with words he doesn't understand. Conscious? So, what's the meaning of that word? Tell me. I want to be a little smart, too, so old man wisdom? You know, tell me."
It was Aoshima who exchanged sarcasm and offered a respectful tribute, but Masami didn't even convey the meaning of sarcasm, and arrows with her nose to bump the question early.
Qingdao was relieved that Knock had done just then.
"Go ahead."
"I wonder if I'm late. Good evening... I have a nostalgic face."
Junko, who entered the room, smiles when she looks at Masami.
"Ah, there's Junko Yukioka. Did you just call me to make conversation with this girl?
"No, no, she's on your side. I'd like you to deal with two of the people you named first."
For some reason, Yi denies the authentic beauty of asking in a suspicious face.
"Well, that's fine. Oh, this kid, that's it, that one. You're a kid called Junko Yukioka's murder doll. I've never seen you before. Something tiny and weak, but really strong?
Masami asks as she approaches the truth behind Junko and stares at her true face from a considerable distance. Truth was staring back at Masami silently, but in my head I was thinking of my own face that felt like this guy.
"Hey, hey, those people are important customers to us, so please don't be too disrespectful. You're in a position to be hired by us, aren't you?
In a frustrating and slightly tight tone, Yi beware of Masami. Masami backed off without saying anything, but she kept her gaze on Junko and True.
"So, how's it going? Any progress?
Junko asks, turning to Yi.
"We'll let you know as soon as we make progress."
I can tell you, I can smoke. Qingdao clasped his hands in front of the couch as he conferred, urging Junko and I to take a real seat, but neither of us responded.
"The official signing of the exclusive agreement with us is when we take back the bumps, but rumors of definitive treatment are already circulating online."
White Yi sayings. Yi also says with knowledge that the rumor is that it is the only other Japanese play authority that is spreading, that it will be nursing with Junko and others.
"Unless there's a formal report, I don't think the residents on the back street will ever really take it. Hey? I denied it on my own blog."
Junko smiling and giving it back.
"Don't you have to bother denying that we're going to be contracting? They'll be suspicious, won't they? No, we may already be more suspicious. Is there anything wrong with us?
"It's not about falling or anything like that. Rather, isn't this natural? The truth hasn't been revealed yet, and I'm telling you I'll sign off on you once my sighing dishonesty is fully proven. I like honest people. Although sighing addiction has always been in a good relationship with me from my predecessors, and I wanted to keep that relationship."
"Even if you worked an act lacking benevolence, it's over in this world. They have lost their credibility in this world, not just yours. By only one betrayal."
A playful tone of perseverance like an actor in a period play.
"I feel sorry for the rest of the members who are addicted to sighs. Nevertheless, the sigh addicted brand name has fallen to the ground. Even though the flow of absorption is the easiest, the boss Takagi won't shake his head vertically inside over this period. Even Mr. Yukioka got so fond of me, he was so bored with me."
"It's not like I caught you loving me. Okay? You've said many times that you haven't decided yet.
"Excuse me."
The door opens during the conversation and Natsuko shows up.
"If the sidestream of our constituents proves true, sigh poisoning embraces absorption into the japanese authority"
Natsuko enters the room, expressionless and untouched.
"It's already been demonstrated by video, isn't it? Besides, he's running away."
At this time, the boss of sighing addiction appeared, and he said something convenient to try from the power of Japanese games, but Yi doesn't pepper it. Junko and Natsuko work together and see themselves as trying to alert themselves.
"It's possible that the footage itself is a crop, isn't it? It's convenient if you're guilty of sickness poisoning, and there's a line to someone else's work."
Junko says things that are more provocative than Yi, with a smile on her face. Yi left her sales smile strained, but the dark light dwelt in her eyes.
"Whatever it takes, it's a precondition to capture every moment of the moon and get the bumps back from the Blind Spiritualist."
Aoshima pinching his mouth as if to give out a help boat.
"That's the thing. Well, I expect a good report tomorrow. If you don't have enough power, I'll lend you our true you. Good night."
"That's not true. I've hired an amazing finalist who has left you many times."
Yi referring to Masami. It was a sarcastic attitude, but Junko left the room with Natsuko Shimamoto, without saying anything more.
"Couldn't you expect a reaction as interesting as I thought"
A glance at Masami, Yi says.
"Right. It was light with a straw. More than that, Miss Yukioka is blatantly hostile to us, isn't she? I was wondering if this might be a glimmer inside."
"Sounds like it. But I can't help but have fun. Even the back streets are turning into legends, against the most dangerous people in the class -"
"You know, there was a weird exchange, tell me more? I haven't heard anything, and I'm not sure what the conversation means right now. It's too mysterious why Junko Suzuoka is involved in the first place, and tell me so that I know especially about it. Otherwise, I can't focus on my job properly. So tell me. Hey, tell me, quick? Then I'll shine and I'll work hard."
In the midst of being intoxicated by his words, Masami's questioning attack resumed again, and Yi sighed with his face up.