"I'm sorry. The owner took it in separately."
How many times have I said these words today? With that in mind, Crewe threw up that same thing again.
After that, Sputnik had Krew call a doctor first. Of course, to pull out what stabbed him in the arm and leg. The familiar old doctor who came, though he had looked at it and rounded his eyes, silently treated me. He didn't ask me what was going on, more than because he knew his job - the jewellery processor - he just seemed stunned by them, which I don't think is an accident at work, no matter what. After the treatment, there was definite evidence that he was whining "You're on the right track" as he put the equipment in his bag. Sputnik, of course, pretended not to hear it.
He said that it would be difficult for the nerves in his hands and feet to remain obstructed. It may leave some scars, but it will heal soon. When the old doctor made that diagnosis, Crewe didn't miss the slight loss of strength from Sputnik's eyes. The nerves at your fingertips are very important to the processor. I guess the boulder Sputnik also wanted to avoid losing it.
When the doctor returns, Sputnik tells Krew his store number and has been caged in the jewellery room ever since. I don't know what I'm doing, but I took a sober peek earlier and he seemed eager to write.
"Oh. Yes, unfortunately... I'm here at the corner"
For this reason, Crewe has bowed his head many times in the morning to visitors to the store owner. Originally the shopkeeper planned to go out today, so it never seems pleasing to bow his head even though the saying no has only changed slightly, but in any case he has no deficiencies of his own. - Even more so if you know that the 'subject of bowing his head' obviously didn't come looking for 'Sputnik as a jeweler'.
When it was nearly noon, the lady who visited the store was a regular visitor who Klu also knew well. In a certain bourgeois warrant, he is a superior from where he was traveling merchant even before Sputnik met Krew. Sputnik says, "You want to immerse yourself in the mood of having a young swallow (swordfish)," but because of her shallow knowledge of that aspect, it doesn't look like she's playing at all in Crewe's eyes. Sputnik and I don't even look so old apart.
Anyway. When she found out there was no Sputnik, she just dropped her long eyelash decorative eyelids, put her hands on her cheeks, and sighed just saying it was a heartfelt shame. The light purple dress and the thin body of the line - but it's well out where it comes out - were also paired with white cheeks, and the look of it was a painting that I wanted to, but it wasn't very pleasant for Crewe to watch.
Patience desperately that the raised mouth angle is about to draw. Eyebrow root and make a troubled look.
"I'm sorry, Master Elise. I was told not to take anyone after me."
"Well... then you have no choice. There's nothing you can do to get that guy in trouble."
That guy, right? That word I call affectionate is also angry.
I had previously put my exploration into Sputnik, and it was warmly said that he was just one of the customers, and most importantly, I had seen him do the same 'customer service' to others, so Sputnik's didn't seem to think of her as anything more than a golden, originally important customer, but this one doesn't seem to be the case.
"I'm sorry, but I'm leaving today. I wasn't good enough to come without an appointment. - Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. You, give this to him."
Elise offered one paper bag out of a handbag. It doesn't weigh that much. But what the hell is in it? It bothered me, but I could open the bag and peek in, etc., and behave rudely.
"What about this one?
"It's a treat called Financière. It's a specialty of the city I live in. He liked this, and when he was traveling, he always bought it when he came to my city. So at some point, whenever I get a reward for that guy coming, I go out of my way to prepare him... that's crazy, even though the customers are mine."
And by the way, I just laugh at how it's a masterpiece that I talk about.
But Crewe is not funny. Sprouty, sunless emotions spread through your chest. "Thank you" was the best I could do, restraining myself from crushing the bags I received.
"It goes well with sweet tea. Make it a tea contract if you like."
"Yes. I did receive -"
and then.
Blocking Krew's answer, there was a flashy noise, Batan,
When you look at the source of the sound, the door of the gemstone processing room is open. Apparently deaf. That sounded like the door had been roughly opened.
Notice that, the look on Crewe's face shades. Because it was easy to imagine what would happen afterwards. There's only one person in the jewellery room, and that door opened, which means...
"Coo, I'm just gonna go get the mail out...... hmm?
It means that the person inside will come out.
The prediction was midway, and Sputnik slipped his face out of the shadow of the door. I accidentally bite my lips when I see it. Being a completely untimely shopkeeper, if only you'd come out in enough time, I wouldn't have had to let you meet this guy!
"Sputnik. Long time no see."
And again, as one might expect, Elise's expression, greeting him, is as if he were prodigal.
When he realized she existed, he laughed, immediately hiding his frightened expression. Turn your right hand around for each envelope you were gripping, pretending to close the machining room door. The letters he wants to send out and apparently, substitutes he doesn't want Elise's eyes to touch.
"Ya. This is"
"Welcome," Sputnik said, breaking his hips in front of Elise when he immediately walked over here and put his right hand on his chest holding the envelope until earlier. Sputnik, relative to her, will turn his back on nature and crew.
The white envelope on his back side, sandwiched by his belt, shows the back here, and I don't know his name. But there was a small signature in the bottom right corner, 'Better than your nasty Sputnik with all his overflowing love'. Is that a word that speaks some thoughts, or is it just a joke? While conscious of his own lips bending obliquely, Crewe waited without saying anything.
"Excuse me, ma'am. You were there, I didn't notice."
"No. You look fine and above all. Looks like you're busy, huh?
"Yeah, well. Busy is proof of a good economy, above all, but as long as I can't even take the time to whisper love to my wife for wanting a far-off corner,"
"You're as good at your mouth as you look."
"Oh, ma'am. You think it's just the mouth that's good?
Elise's white cheeks turned red as she glanced at her because she said that and drew her hips and such. Lips in her ear like that, whispers something - perhaps a good word - and he smiles at her surprised.
It didn't take that long before Krew's indulgence bag, who was shown how friendly the two of them were, reached its limit. but one of them is a customer and the other is his boss, even if he rots. Enjoy the urge to yell all the time, cough one up. It turned out to be very deliberate, but is it okay? Two gazes turn to her.
"Mr. Sputnik, didn't you have important work to do? Did you leave the store to me to get back to work?"
"Ah, yes, they do."
When asked to roar, he looked up into the sky and groaned like he was in love. Release the hand that turned to Elise's hips and step back to thank her.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I have plans in place, and I will be excusing you around here. If you have the jewelry you're looking for, this employee will take care of you."
"Oh, no. I just stopped by to see your face because I've come so close, and I'm not looking for you in particular. Sorry for the chill, I'm leaving now."
"Now, drop me off outside."
"No, excuse me here. I'm waiting for a waiter and a carriage. It's okay for one person."
"Is it Master Left? See you when you have time. Please continue to visit the Sputnik Jewelry Store."
"Yeah, I'll make a good appointment next time, and I'll ask."
Elise answered Sputnik with a remorseful look to say goodbye as she opened the store's entrance door, and when she promised to reunite, "See you," she crept out the door.
- That's how the only two people left behind were Sputnik and Krew.
Sputnik looking around at the products arranged in the store to make sure they sell. With a blurry view of the figure, Sputnik inadvertently stopped walking as Crewe had a belly that would never clear again.
"Well," he mutters as he strokes his neck.
"I'll be out a little bit, too."
"Which one?
"Post Office"
Pull the envelope you hid from Elise earlier from your belt and shake it. It is accompanied by a sentence like a love sentence.
Crewe glanced at Sputnik and said softly.
"Are you a woman again"
But he flaunted his shoulders.
"Well, a woman is a woman, probably not what you think. It's a letter begging for the art of being able to fight a magic girl."
But still, Crewe's emotions don't disappear from his heart. If it really is, it doesn't matter what it says' yummy '.
But Sputnik has no reason to know how she feels. Turn around, turn right, and try to make your way to the entrance door.
I inadvertently stopped my foot trying to step out.
I wonder what's wrong. I was surprised, but the cause was immediately known. Frowning and seeming uncomfortable, he stood there with his fingers on the glass case and as a support. The ash eyes look at the feet, no, the feet themselves. insignificant as to hide it, and took his hand off the glass case, but Crewe watched it closely.
Amazingly enough myself, the frustration disappeared lightly from Crewe's heart. What floats instead is the look of him sheltering Krew, even though he is scratched. I suddenly pulled my lips off, never because of anger.
"Me, shall I go instead"
But he didn't shake his head vertically.
"No. I want to get it to you as soon as I can, so I'll negotiate for myself"
"But the legs. Are you okay with the injury?"
"It's not a problem because the pain meds are working."
"Liar."
"I'm coming."
There's no way it works against him, such as the poison that throws up to the point of Crewe. I didn't argue, I didn't swallow her suggestion, I just uttered a going-out greeting, and now I walked out with Stasta as usual.
He doesn't, by and large, bend his opinions when he says something. It would be useless to hold back because it is dangerous. I wish Crewe could follow me, but there's no way I can open the store. I'll drop off Sputnik, who opens the entrance door, with a clear thought...
At that time, a very pointless question plundered Crewe's head.
Is it a beautiful woman, like Elise, who receives the mail of a love affair? and.
It reminds me of two people laughing amicably, as if they were fitting lovers.
For example, at that time, if it was Elise, not himself, who became his shield. Would he have sheltered her, even though he was hurt, in the same way?
For example, if it is Elise, not herself, who stands next to him now wounded. Will she be able to support him more than herself?
"Um, Mr. Sputnik"
When I thought about it, words came out of my mouth that would hold me back.
Called his name, he stops his leg and looks back holding the door knob.
"What's up?
"Um,"
Asked back, mouth cage. It's because I didn't even know what I was trying to say. To be honest, what was born at the bottom of my belly is just a temptation, otherwise it is a temptation, or jealousy. Either way, it's an irresistible emotion where I told him, and it's just a story that makes him in trouble, even better, and if it's bad, he laughs with his nose and makes fun of me, and it just makes him look good.
Then what should I say? What would I say, clear? I got lost - unexpectedly, I remembered the weight in my hand.
Yes, this is it.
"Something I forgot to mention."
Yes, something I forgot to tell you.
To Sputnik, who leaned his neck strangely, Krew showed one paper bag up. Give it to Sputnik, it's a souvenir I kept from Elise. The confectionery's name is, uh, sure.
"That. Elise gave me a treat. Oh, my God."
"Hehe."
It goes well with sweet tea, it was taught.
Telling him the name of the confectionery, the end of Sputnik's mouth was softly distorted. I know there was no lie in Elise's favorable expression. The back of my chest hurts dull with a smile that's not for me, but I don't lose to that extent.
"Is that it? So..."
"I also have melon bread."
Blocking Sputnik's upbeat voice, Crewe told him he was pompous.
"Which way to snack today"
Hold your fist, tie your lips, and wait for his answer.
Sputnik never got lost.
"That's melon bread. Let's make the financière after tomorrow."
When I answered instantly without even having the thought time of the shard, I told Krew again, "I'm coming," and he left.
Go, the door closes shortly after you hang the words of. A few shaky doorbell sounds lingered, but eventually it also disappeared.
And in the quiet store, one Krew is left behind.
Staring at the store owner's exiting door, she pounded, squeaking.
"... well"
Keep your left hand in the grip of a paper bag and place your empty right hand against your cheek. The earrings that were once given to me by Sputnik touched my tips and my fingers.
That's all Crewe asked him what he would make of today's tea treats, that's all. I wasn't whispered of wandering love, I wasn't gently embraced - but for some reason, I can't stop my cheeks from loosening.
"Oh well."
Even myself, I haven't lost.
Yes. Whatever you say, we have to beat the Magic Girl. I can't afford to lose to those people.
I felt that my chest pain tightening with the cucumber was only slightly relieved.
For today's snack, melon bread and fine coffee in black.
Continued