Play with Mad Scientists!

(No way... No way, you said you played a bullet with a cat punch?

When I look only at the results in my eyes, I get to that conclusion, and the apricots flash.

"Meh."

He gives a happy voice, and Eric pokes at me this way. The aim was not apricot, but true.

In an instant, we can pack the intermission to a distance that we can reach each other. Apricot was again stunned by Eric's mortal detached velocity. Truth is one shot in the meantime, but it's off.

"Mya."

Eric rolls out a cat punch with a smile. You seem to have eaten a powerful cat punch that even plays a bullet, wielded exactly at an unnoticed speed, with a true little body spinning in the air and knocked down sideways.

It was invisible to the apricot eyes, but the cat punch remained blurred with a true head. The truth jumped backwards and tried to dodge it, but even just blurring it took a good deal of damage and shock, to the point of being defeated.

I tried to chase him, Eric, but the truth is, I get my upper body up right away, Eric, and I stick my gun out.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

A tone of voice falls out of the woods, and Eric and his true movement stop at the same time.

"Are you..."

See who the named apricot sounded like.

The person who emerged from the woods was a white man dressed like an astrologer, dressed in a hood and dressed in a robe. Unlike Eric, this one has a face that is skinny and can't be called good-looking for flattery, and looks like a poor minister. On its forehead is a tattoo of a six-mounted star drawn with a blue line.

"Jeffrey Allen"

Apricot speaks the name of the person. He is a notorious executive of Sea Chihuahua.

"Yeah, at this point, I'm gonna fall apart, but I'm your client. Yikes. I tried to keep you from looking for any more examples, and when I heard that that son of a bitch was trying to finish you off, I had no choice but to escort you. I really had no choice."

Jeffrey explains, Apricot understands. Earlier shots were fired by those who were after themselves when they fought Eric and Jeffrey. And having these two here means those who were after themselves are likely already finished.

(I mean, the truth is, you fought ahead again by mistake.)

Apricots convinces Eric that he didn't feel the killer on his side with a sleigh, remembering each other when, and accidentally spilling a bitter smile.

"Aizawa Makoto and I are not close. We're enemies, but I'm sure you can do your job properly. Yeah?"

Jeffrey sees apricots with a frigid look on his face.

"It's obvious. dating and working separately. I didn't know my client was a sea chihuahua in the first place. I mean..."

The work undertaken by the apricots itself was a substitute for exploring certain executives in the sea chihuahua.

"Are you saying that executives in Sea Chihuahua are committed to each other?

"No. - Hey. The prize was already paid in the form of an escort, he said. I thought I'd hold on to the weakness of some shithead I hate and hunt him down. I just finished the hiring killer that the shithead gave you, but there's something about Eric missing in the gap I took my eyes off, and I'm dealing with Aizawa on my own. I'm having trouble with those two brain muscles."

Jeffrey with the bat looking bad on his head.

"Aizawa, can you pull it off this time? So is Eric. About priority, even the cat's head can tell, right?

Jeffrey speaks up toward Truth and Eric, who remain stiff.

"Okay."

"Meh."

True puts the gun in his nostalgia, and Eric also turns to Jeffrey, smiling.

"Bye, Miss Cloud Tsuka. I'm counting on a good report."

In a mild tone that made people look like little fools, Jeffrey turned his back truly on apricots.

"Meh."

Waving with a smile toward the true one, Eric follows Jeffrey as well. The hand that was the cat's was changing to that of a man.

"Weird pair."

The apricot squeaks as he looks after it. One has a naked upper body and a cat hand. One is dressed as a fortune teller, so pah, look at something like a pair of cosplay outsiders.

"Eric is a weirdo, but he's not poisoned. But it's Jeffrey's problem. You know Jeffrey Allen, right?

Nodding apricots. Anyone who knows what Jeffrey Allen is like is about half the visibility, even in the back streets, but as an informer, those with visibility across a certain line are largely suppressed. I'm talking about a psycho killer who kills all teenage boys, mutilates and collects their genitals.

"I mean an apricot client, and I'm talking about you getting rid of the assassin on my behalf, so do you want to miss it today"

True to hold your forehead with a handkerchief when you say it as if to excuse yourself. When Eric's cat punch blurred, he had his forehead amputated.

"Now you can go back to your normal date."

"Isn't it possible to put aside the time difference and have multiple assassins coming?

An apricot to say in a scuffle, but the truth is I haven't lifted my guard yet.

"Then the two of us will tell you about it now, and we could be a little distracted because we might still be guarding a little further away, right?

"I also don't like the fact that it's irrevocable as a result of being distracted. But surely it's unlikely."

Listening to the true words makes me wonder if it is also an experience that I have decided irrevocably as a result of my previous distractions. As for the apricot, which originally had a curious personality and would like to know more about the truth, I would definitely like to hear it out, but now that I heard it I thought about it and whether I was in a bad mood, I decided to look at the fold and touch it.

"If the danger has dropped a lot, let's go to the city"

"Nothing. You mind if I stay here?

I wonder if the apricots have spoken of anything extra since I returned it to the true suggestion. I was wondering if I should have suited them at times like this.

(This is my first time, so I have no idea what is a good choice with taboos or the promises of men and women......)

"Right. So you want to take a look at Planetarium?

"Huh? Huh? Nothing. You mind if I stay here?

After inadvertently running the same words, the apricots are driven by the urge to squat with their heads. I want to put a kick in myself panicking about a lot of things. All the weird things come to mind, like wanting to put the time back about ten seconds.

"Something's wrong. Relax."

"Right...... I was a little crazy right now. Let's go to Planetarium."

Take a gentle, deep breath. Apricot said as she spilled a lightning laugh.

That's why they came to Planetarium.

(Oh... not funny...)

Description of the constellation An apricot that I have no interest in at all, even if they give me illustrative ones. Then there was a comfortable chair sitting in a dark space, and the drowsiness struck me again with great momentum.

(Is this really funny?

If you look sideways at the truth next door, it looks like you're watching closely.

(What are you doing... Give me the end of the back street dweller, too. I don't give in to this level of drowsiness)

Apricots that tell themselves and desperately remain conscious. Grab your true hand and squeeze it hard.

When the show was over and the lights were on, the apricot exhaled with great relief and out of strength when it was finally over.

"Were you sleepy?

A true unintentional word is greeted there, and the face of the apricot is drawn.

"You know what I mean?"

"Hold my hand tight again and again. Sometimes I look at apricots, and I wonder if they were desperate not to sleep because I watched them eat more than I had to."

"Ha..."

Apricots laugh powerlessly that they were truly light spotted.

"In that case, I don't think you can sleep without having to. At least I don't care. You don't even have to fit just the top edge. For example, if you go to a movie and tell me honestly that it was a boring movie, it wouldn't tell you and you wouldn't know it."

"I see..."

"Let's take it easier. When I make them feel bored too, I feel sorry for their failure, and I still feel sorry for them."

"No, no..."

An apricot that remembers how it is to have nothing but a gavel in its true language. I feel embarrassed that a boy younger than me is so solid.

I left Planetarium and went into Japanese-style coffee, and I had a late lunch while drinking coffee, and the apricot eyes finally caught sight.

"The truth is, have you ever dated and failed?

Apricots while I think it's a weird question to ask.

"You can also say that now is a mild failure. I'm bored with apricots."

"No, no... I don't want that anymore"

"I've taken them somewhere extraordinary to suit their tastes. Like a special hero show."

Apricots couldn't help but poke in my heart what kind of hobby woman I was dating.

"The first time I'm nervous, it'll be a good memory later."

"Well, I guess so, but now I'm in real time."

I think the apricot. I'm still comfortable with it because it's the side to be escorted, but I was wondering if it would be harder if it were true.

"Can I decide where I'm going next?

Unpleasant and considerate remarks that really pressured me all the time.

"I don't mind at all."

Permission has been granted, so the apricot turns its head to see where the two of us can enjoy each other in the mood.

That's why they came to the local library.

(This... could have been a huge failure)

Apricots regretted it as they walked in an institution lined with boards with the history of Euthanasia City, paintings of old incidents, dolls that recreated the lives of old people, and earthenware put in glass cases.

It was an apricot here that thought it would be truly pleasing to have things that attracted the attention of boys, such as swords and guns used during the Warring States, and dinosaur fossils, but what awaited was too distant a reality to imagine.

None of us are young except ourselves, only old people. There are few visitors themselves in the first place.

When I looked at the true one, at first glance it was as usual faceless, but I could clearly see no vivacity in my eyes.

"Oh... I'm sorry..."

An apricot that grips his true hand hard and apologizes with a voice that seems to disappear.

"Nothing. Don't you have to stick to Admiral Euthanasia's woods anymore?

With one empty hand, I lay my hands on the back of the apricot hand and said the truth as I stroked gently as if to reassure them.

"That's true..."

"Meh."

I hear a familiar voice from the back.

"Were they here too?"

When the truthful proceeded to those who spoke, and the apricots who were holding hands also proceeded to walk naturally, there were two white people who were seriously touring the local materials. One dressed as a fortune teller and one naked upper body, so it's too much of a mismatch with the place.

"Whoa, that's what you guys were up to. Aizawa, I'll tell Yukioka."

Jeffrey makes fun of me. It was given the name Snow Oka, and the apricot chest is sore again.

"I don't care if he tells you, do I? I'm just a family member of his own, and that's not what you call it."

True to disprove pale, but hearing the word family makes my apricot breasts even tear.

"Meh, meh, meh"

Eric pulls Jeffrey's sleeve and complains of something in cat language.

"Ha, okay. I always wanted to make fun of you in return for taking care of you."

Jeffrey turns his back and moves to the back. What Eric just said also gave me an idea on the apricot.

"Meh."

Eric also followed Jeffrey when he grinned and shouted toward the true and apricot.

"Why don't you just get out of here?

"Right. So, where are we going next?

Asked back, the apricot comes up with a few ideas. When I state my hopes and suggestions, I feel like I'm going to fail again, and honestly there's a scary part.

Regardless of the information and knowledge on the back streets, they are neglected by the epidemic of the epidemic, they lack knowledge, and they don't know much about heterosexual preferences. Clearly, it is uneven. The awareness is also found in apricots.

(Oh, well. I hope I can't force it and it doesn't fit on the surface)

Fu and Apricot thought.

"Why don't we go to the shooting range?

Apricots asked confidently that this was going to work.

"Teach me about guns. You seem really good at that, and you and I don't have to be particularly nervous about it, do we?

"Okay."

Seeing the truth smile small, the apricot realizes that joy creeps up from within his chest.

I was delighted to finally feel that it meshed well, and it was strange to think that such a place would be best suited to us after all.

Let's escort and play sometimes while we're dating. End of story.