Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

My uncle's room is big, but I don't have much stuff and it's boring. I'm bored that there's no such thing as a view, although it's not as killer landscape as Hanging white cloth everywhere as Brother Shimizu. It's good because my uncle has a very harmful entertainment called flue pipe, but what am I supposed to do if I'm just getting sucked in the air that's been sucked and thrown up. What would you do if you died prematurely of second-rate smoke?

"Dear uncle."

"What?"

"It stinks."

"It's always been your favorite time that Jizzy stinks."

I don't think so.

"Noisy?"

When you are dealing with an old fool who mistakes it for an aging smell, the door of the main room opens.

at the same time they called my name.

"Ah, the wind."

"You can leave now."

I sat down and looked back and the wind was picking me up. I lift my hips because I was called out to say, "Come on."

Hi. Hi. I get it.

"Nyan."

I stood up with one arm on my back, and the guard sitting away crept down my throat to my feet. All right, all right, give in and stroke your head.

Chappie, on the other hand, was still on the shoulder of the wind, where it was no longer in place. You have a good heart for cheating on the wind from me, Chappie.

"Chappie, come on?

"Gee, Geko (sorry, I'm not going)"

Why!

You hate me more than the devil there!

Seeing Piong and the hidden chappie into the windy hair, he bites his lower lip.

Since when have we been that close? I even doubt it, but the shock Chappie rejected is deeper than the ocean. Sad. Lonely.

"Uggs.... So? What was the wind doing?

"A lot."

What kind of things? It bothers you.

"More than that, uncle, you haven't said anything weird to Noisy, have you?"

"What's weird? Like your embarrassing secret?

The wind, which gently shed my question, speaks to his uncle as he hand-pays the smoke that floats nearby.

But you don't know what his question means, the person at the time of the conversation just twists his neck. The wind seemed slightly irritated by the appearance, which had piqued the eyebrows.

But what worries me more than that is the shameful secret of the wind, the part of. What the hell kind of secrets...

"For example, tell me what the paper was about earlier."

"I didn't tell you."

"Heh. Really?"

Anyway, if the person sending the suspicious gaze is your uncle, this man says "hmm" as he turns to me. I don't know anything else, and if my gaze shifts somewhat to the right, the wind takes the flue from my uncle with a leopard and brushes it out with his cuffs.

"Why don't you buy a new one?

"Its old is good. Just right behind your ears."

When the wind returned the polished flue pipe to his uncle, he said so and quickly began to wear the back of his ear.

"Then excuse me, uncle. After that, the cigarette arrived on the table."

"Yes. Careful."

"Excuse me, too"

Side by side my uncle, who keeps smoking flues like a spa and nicotine addict, kicks the duvet with his chon and leg. Well, when I said I was going to kick it, I wasn't just kicking it, I just put it back where it was. But the wind that watched it, it was a bad foot habit, and he looked at me with a jitsu eye. I don't even have the "ah" lettering for footwork in the sitting area, so it would be nice to have as many legs as I have in my personal life. Besides, I know that wind is a bad habit. I haven't missed putting a kick in Orchid's leg a lot. At least my leg, which hasn't harmed anyone else, should be better than this one.

Hold the guard at your feet to your arms and face the wind.

"Let's go then"

"Yeah."

I walked out of the main room with him and walked down the hallway in the sitting area on the ground floor where I was going to greet my guests. The brothel is busy for the night sight, and if I don't come to work to change my mind, too, I'll put my hands on my chest.

I can't help getting upset forever. If this happens, let's reset our thoughts by slapping even our heads on the water we keep in the room. It's okay, because it will keep the red dripping liquid from appearing.

"Oh Wind, and... Woman!?

"Oh, this is Morino Daisy."

And the wind shall point its fingers in the hallway, and say unto me the same way.

Earlier I asked the different superintendents and the people who work downstairs, "Is that wild daisies!?" He was stunned when he turned his back on his body. I get that reaction from time to time, so I can honestly even see the smell of lies. I didn't have to be so surprised again, but I also thought I would have been spared and surprised if everyone was dressed as a woman, so I convinced one there. Not to the point where I even suspect my sexuality.

"Didn't Mr. Ten-yi tell you? I was wearing love too."

"I know Aili, but I don't know him."

"You've been searching all over the place so hard?

"I knew you were looking, but nobody told me this was happening."

"Heh, yeah.... you didn't want to show it to the men"

That's how I look suspiciously at the wind with my fingers on my chin and a grin on my face. It just seemed like a casual conversation all at once a meeting of evil deputies.

"Protect, he's scared"

"Nyer (don't worry. Because if anything happens, I'll scratch your face)"

One ringing protects you from such long words (it's only a wild daisy interpretation). It's like I'm being held by a protector in my arms. I don't know, I guess this is what you say about being huggable. Anyway, it looks good.

"If protection was human, it must have been a beautiful, sturdy man."

"Nyan."

"Hair does, brown, cat hair. And cat-eyed, with white skin, one tied with red paper string,"

It was the figure of one flower queen who did not exist in this world that came to mind as I imagined it that way.

If I remember correctly, it was someone named Asako, someone with the same traits I've just raised.

"Hehe. Could it be Asako?

"Nyam"

"Why not?"

Touch the back of the guardian and close your eyes.

"Noju, look, I'm just leaving."

"You were talking to me!

If I noticed, the wind was moving forward, and the men around me stared at me. Stop it, don't look so embarrassed.

If I chased him to the wind on a small run, I stepped as far as I could.

Sure, my footsteps are bad.