Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

"Loved Boy Randy."

In the morning of the season, the name of the season is simply called the "season of the season", which is refreshing.

The climate of the kingdom, especially the King's City, is easy to spend all seasons, and even at this time of the year, when the temperature is the highest, there is hardly anything like waking up in the middle of the night with difficulty sleeping.

Rather, it was a blessed land where the warmth of the sun could awaken and start a healthy morning.

That is why it can be said that there was no end to the struggle before, but that is it.

There was no leakage this morning, and hot sunlight and warm room temperature encouraged one girl to get up.

"Uhh... nh..."

The sun shines on my pillow.

When the girl's face was illuminated, her pale eyes opened from a slightly stronger expression.

"...... Aha"

She has no choice but to sleep twice.

I remember last night sitting perfectly on the bed scratching my eyelids. As soon as you circle around your head about today's schedule and the tasks you need to complete, your awareness will be clear.

"... haha"

Cute peach pajamas are one of my favorites.

It's never expensive, but it's a thoughtful item that uses money from a real business for the first time.

She is a girl who cherishes these "memories", even though she tends to look at too twisted personalities and aspects of being a realist manager.

Because you can't forget both good and bad things, it's good to have happy memories of everything that comes to mind at such moments.

It is also one of the testimonies to the left that I greeted the empty room.

A stuffed bear rolling around in the middle of the bed.

Last night, this child who shared a pillow was somehow an important partner.

I know it's childish.

That's why I don't tell anyone, and because I'm old enough to hold my head back.

However, at least as a resistance.

What is it? Why didn't you give me one of your names even though I bought it? "

"Hmm, it's a child's job to name a stuffed animal."

It's not cute. It's gakincho.

It is the first gift from someone who bought it at the store.

I was holding you carefully, and I was looking at you and taking a slow attitude.

I've never seen anyone take care of this stuffed animal before.

He's gone. The former chairman who picked himself up may have perceived something just by keeping it in his room all the time.

So...

"It's a little hot today.... Randy"

It was a pity that the name was given.

The time is past noon.

Serve cupcakes and tea at random during a scheduled guest visit.

You may complain about the taste of tea, but it's not you who brew it, it's Reef. Preparation for the transfer of responsibility is also adequate.

"So, are you done with your mess?

"Oh, thanks. Last time, Mr. Wind saved my life."

"If you want to thank me, you can just talk to me."

"... that's..."

"This is what happened because I couldn't do it, right? It's okay. It's a secret... but it doesn't seem like you're trying to frame me."

"Not now."

"............ hmm"

In front of the pasta that snorts lightly, the visitor - Futa laughs bitterly.

She must have been right to send a wind to the troubled Futa.

In fact, there were circumstances where Futa could not speak to Pasta alone.

Because it is the king's business.

Futa already knows that she was dying with Lilac and her sisters.

It was a consideration enough to remind me of something unpleasant.

"Well, don't be so angry. Randy's hurt, too."

"... hey"

"What is it?"

Pasta never invites people to their private rooms.

That's why it's enough with five fingers, such as a person who has been in it.

It's just...

The rude person who touched his personal belongings on his own was like a depressed maid with him.

"Why are you holding a stuffed animal on your own?"

The size will settle down.

"What's mine?????

"I know, Randy."

"I don't like talking!!! Don't give me another name!!!

Face the sofa with two people between the tables.

A calm meeting while picking cupcakes.

- It's supposed to be. For some reason, Futa is placing Randy on her lap as if she were normal.

"It must have been on your couch!

Pointing slightly towards a one-seated sofa that hides Randy in sheets as a constant resistance.

"Oh, it was hard to breathe."

"Don't worry!!!

"No, it's all right. I know."

"Is that what this is about!?

"Come on, Randy says the same thing."

It is a fouter who grabs Randy's arms and pretends to wave his hand.

"Nugugu.... please don't try to fix it, Randy.

"No, because you won't deny it. That's his name, then."

Ha.

Pasta smiled with her nose.

I didn't think I'd get the chance to say this again.

Arms together, laughing and laughing.

"Naming stuffed animals is what kids do."

…………

For a while, Futa blinked her eyes as if she had been paranoid.

No, what?

……

Eh?

Lift Randy in front of her face.

Just the right height for Pasta and Randy.

"Don't you think it's pathetic that this stuffed toy with crushed eyes has no name?"

"What happened?

"Sure is. Though superior, it's a stuffed animal after all. Maybe it's just a cotton toy that's shaped and decorated its face."

"... yes. That's right."

"But you brought him home. You live with me. Isn't it pathetic to let them live without a name?"

"Let me, please don't fill me up like I'm right.

"So, Pasta, what do you usually call this guy?"

"I, I...."

Think about it a little.

I felt relieved.

"What!! You can't call me or talk about anything, stuffed toy!!

"... oh, you're upset, Sitana?

Randy took her finger and put her hand against the pasta because she didn't have a finger.

"Don't start the puppet play!

"... oh, my God"

And Futa puts Randy back on her knees.

Then he peeks into his eyes and talks to Randy.

"You're pathetic, too. You just sat down and lived forever without a name, without being able to talk to me."

"Gu...."

"You must have missed me. Are you coming to my house?

"I won't let you go!!

Pasta stood up unexpectedly.

The slightly surprised Fouta raised her face while also causing Randy's face to be raised dextrously with her right hand.

Maybe he's a professional "puppeteer." I didn't know if Pasta had such a profession.

Pasta with 4 eyes ejected.

In the first place, I accumulate frustration that I am so upset.

After all, I became attached to strange things, so this happened.

"Unconscious...!

"But it's pasta."

"Ah!?

Against the staring pasta, now turn your hands around Randy's back and use five fingers to cleverly squeeze your hands up and down.

"Don't you think Randy has a choice?"

"Seriously!?

"I don't know if you're coming home."

"I'm the owner...!!!

The pasta that grips the fist doesn't naturally move like a lid.

"I see. Pasta claims ownership."

And if Huta looks down.

The unspeakable stuffed animal still moves both hands.

"Randy, what do you think?"

"Eh?"

Then Futa hands Randy over to Pasta.

I thought you might have given it back, but it's not.

Randy, who dared to turn his back on the pasta.

Fouta's gaze is on Randy's face, not on pasta.

What this means is...

"............ eh"

"Randy, you're not a pasta slave. I'm free. You can choose where you want. Maybe we'll meet somewhere else."

Aside from the question of why this guy dictates Randy so much.

Pasta held Randy by his side with both hands, gradually dyeing his face bright red.

Grab Randy's arm and move him around.

The person is facing that way.

"... Bo"

Me?

"Bokuha, the chunto issue tie....."

What are you doing? I managed to push my cries into my throat.

The experience of the Uttateodle d 'Aquide 5000 Man is alive. I didn't want to take advantage of it or fuck it again.

Piko piko piko piko... piko... piko...

Pycho...

I can't stand it anymore, but Randy's arm moving pasta is gradually losing its temper.

"I see... then I can't help it. Should I give up? I'll just put up with it when I come to play."

"... ma"

Ooh, and Futa looks up.

Surprisingly, he didn't expect Pasta to continue the play, but if Pasta saw it, he would have stopped immediately and released Randy.

Unfortunately, she remains ashamed to see Futa's face.

"Maternity....."

"Hahaha, you're so cute."

Huta stroked Randy's head without a trace.

With that crushing feeling, Pasta stopped enduring the boulders and shouted back to me.

"What is this?!!!!

Randy had a soul.

"Real face!!!

Thinking about why this guy is so used to handling stuffed animals, I remember having a few sisters.

Regretting somehow, Pasta threw Randy into bed.

The moment I bounced on the bed, I felt guilty in vain by saying "Ite" and "Futa". Randy disappeared into the back of the bed.

"Don't speak for me!!

"Then who will bring you Randy's voice?"

"You don't have to!!

"Er, and then we'll go back to a lonely life without a name."

It was a fouta who went to pick up Randy with discipline.

"I miss you so much. Are you sure you want to go with Pasta? Aren't you overglorifying him?

Huta points to pasta while holding Randy in one hand.

"Gunu"

"I'll throw it in such a mess. Don't you have anything to say to Randy?"

Ugh

The twitching pasta's gaze is already in front of its crushed eyes, not the lid.

I feel like I'm staring back at you, and I'm distracted by your stuffed animal.

Wow, I'm sorry.

"Well, can you be really cute?

"I can do it!! --I don't know why I'm talking like this!!

"That's because you, Randy, are pitiful. They roll, they throw, they throw. If you keep being left unattended and buried in the corner of the room without knowing where it is, it's hard for me."

Futa says as she moves both her hands.

The old pasta screams.

"I didn't do that!!

Er... I mean, actually...

"We sleep together every day!!!!!

Peek-a-boo.

"... isn't that just a little bit of a child?

"You suck."