Junko, who returned home to the lab after her date with True, was sitting on the couch in the living room, looking up at the void and scorching, recalling the feeling of a kiss between her brain and True, which she had burned on her lips.
"Uh... Dinner yet... is it?
Tired comes out of his room and speaks out suspiciously because he won't be called to dinner for long.
"Why... are you being so grumpy?
I look at Junko, who is obviously looking weird, and tired asks while I have a bad feeling.
"Hmm, today is a different day... go on a second date with True You. Come on, I kissed you. And twice."
To Junko, who happily reports, his blood draws from his tired face, and then from his little body, a huge amount of killing.
When the Aport calls the demon knife concubine pine, tiredness pulls out the sheath without hesitation. The pitch-black fullness glows dull.
"Really? Those lips... I'll sharpen them..."
Junko also showed a rush on the boulder, tired of proclaiming as he approached him with ghostly footsteps. I'm in a totally serious frenzy mode.
"No, no, no... I'm not trying to be alone about you."
Junko smiles uncommonly drawn, waves and controls tiredness.
"Tired, you're tired. You should just dictate him. I'm not gonna stop, and I'm not gonna be jealous. Okay?
Pure child molested, tired killer fogged.
(I'd like to see you two tangled up. Sneak shooting if possible......)
The evil desire to keep was not spoken of by boulders. There's no way I can tell you that I accepted tiredness as a comrade for that.
"That's not true... to me now..."
Tired lowers his knife and returns to his former location - the Institute's Monster Treasure Exhibition Hall - he sighs with an annoying face.
"It's okay. I'm not particularly jealous or intrusive, and I'm here for you. You promised to use it amicably, didn't you?
"That's what I was talking about... when they ran me out... You'll be obsessed."
"I didn't mean to run out. I made a good effort to get along, so tired, you just have to work the same way, and tired, there's no reason I have to walk with you, okay?
"I know the logic...... it is. I'm in this state... and I want Junko to match it... and I'm not even thinking about it..."
When I got to actually move on, I felt like I was left alone.
"It's okay. Neither me nor that kid will ever do anything to abandon you, Tired. Come on."
Discerning such tired anxiety, Junko strokes his tired head to teach and reassure him.
"If you're lying... you'll kill us both and I'll die too..."
"Yes, yes... then I'll make rice"
I still had a grudge. I look up at Junko with my eyes and tell him in a gloomy tone. Tired, Junko also got tough dating any more, cut him up and headed to the kitchen.
The next Sunday, True went to Jen's house in the morning with Zongde, killing his time with a daze as he played games and chatted and read comics.
Going to Jen's house all the time, mostly on Sundays, has been a classic since kindergarten. Of course I used to play outside.
"What's a true dream? Ouilla is going to be a detective and shoot bad guys with guns."
'Cause I've heard that many times.
Whilst Zongde laughs bitterly, Truth clogs Jen's question with words.
(Being normal...)
The phrase comes to mind reflexively. But I also wonder if that's really what I want. It feels like something obligatory.
"I'm just jealous that you have future dreams. I doubt Jen could actually be a detective."
"Eh, don't be silly. Oyla's definitely going to be a detective. Zongde has nothing to do with being an adult?
"Oh, I'm going to succeed 800 houses in the family business. My brother's running a family business right now, but it seems like he really wants to do something, so instead. My brother sacrificed himself ever since I was little, and he took care of me, so give me back."
The expression of Sotoku, who speaks so, was radiant. I wasn't being chased by anything, and my attitude of coming forward was dazzling to my true eyes.
(In the future... what kind of person will I be?
I always think about it, but I don't see any visions at all. At least I want to be normal. There are only such obsessive thoughts about having to be normal. I'm vague and don't know what that normal and what they are in the first place.
"True, what's going on?
Even with the same faceless expression as usual, the change in mental state will probably be enlightened because of the long relationship. Jen peeks into my face worried.
"Maybe it's some kind of this talking landmine. Maybe we shouldn't talk about it any more."
"Nothing like that. You can talk to me normally."
He cared for the truth. Sotoku, but the truth is no good and I deny it. I didn't like the fact that I was going to fall into that feeling as if I was the only one inferior.
"The topic of landmines means that when we talk about dreams, we get angry that the truth is nasty."
"So don't."
To Jen, who stepped off without delicacy, Zongde turned his mood, paying attention to him and feeling Jen's disturbing air on the boulder.
"True, is it hard? You should talk to the oilers."
But I won't stop stepping in on my own, Jen.
"It's not hard. I don't know, I just can't answer."
"Okay, so let's talk about the legendary Cyborg Okama, Ashiya Kurodo Legend -"
Truly relieved that Jen finally changed the subject.
"What the hell is that... Cartoons?"
Zongde asks.
"It's not a comic book. I saw it online. He says there's a very strong detective punishing the bad guys on the back street from one end. That's..."
"Yes, guys, it's snack time."
Where Jen spoke in a spirit, Jen's mother Asako Tanyo enters the room with a full grin, holding a huge basin with a huge tart cake that obviously is unlikely to be eaten by the three of us, with her feet open.
"Oh, my God, Mom, you always say knock."
Jen pointing her lips. Asako, on the other hand, was changing her complexion when she saw a bag of potato chips scattered on the floor of the room.
"Mm-hmm, Jen! Why did you shut up and sneak up and buy something like this? You always say that over-the-counter treats are full of evil additives and are bad for your health - eh!
"Oh, Mom, that's too loud! That's why they call me Crazy Crazy Mom."
"I'm telling you, I'm telling you, you're the one."
Sotoku sneaking in.
"You know, Jen. I know you like it, but it's terrible."
Put the basin down and let Asako tell you in a rare and sober tone.
"What's a golo? Guero's relatives?
"Mm-hmm, Jen! Don't say such nasty words in public! Maybe you're not listening to funny music or something!? Snake meta!
"No, Mom, it's too much from what?" And what's wrong with snake meta? Ouilla loves snake meta hey!
While Jen and Asako were making their arguments, True and Sotoku reached for a tart cake by gently interpreting Asako.