The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

And by the time the night book drops, it won't be as long as it is.

Tilt your neck to the left, gokin, and rattle your joints. Rubbing his neck muscles with his right hand, Sputnik threw up in only one private room mixing a whine no one would ever hear into a sigh.

"Totally today, I've been busy"

- After that.

The wizard who came downstairs was somewhat more bloody on his cheeks, but he didn't really try to lift his head as it drifted.

She had repeated her apologies in a thin voice for some time, but when Sputnik told her, "You owe me that tomorrow," she finally seemed to get back on her feet, laughing as if it were a flower. He used so many vocabularies to convey his gratitude that he was impressed not to turn his mouth often, and waved loudly until he was satisfied with the equally grinning hand of Crewe.

But. Thanks to Sputnik, things didn't go as planned, and in the end, one task left that I wanted to ripen (this) by the end of the day. Overtime.

I was going to be busy tomorrow, so I wanted to get some time off early this evening at least, but I don't have a choice. Sputnik left the room when he took it from the desk with a bunch of keys and a few books. I just took a bath earlier and my hair is still dry, but to that extent I won't have a cold.

Walk down the hallway and open the door that leads to the shared part. But I accidentally stopped moving there because there was something unexpected in front of me.

"Oh... uh"

things. - Rather than people. There stood a sleeping crew holding a rabbit stuffed animal. You're surprised that the door suddenly opened, even though you're looking even bigger into your big eyes.

Damn, these ladies call themselves ladies. It was easy to guess the reason for the visit. Support the door with your feet trying to close, arm around and look down at her.

"You're here to stay again"

But she shook it big time.

"Chi, no"

"So what. Crawling at night?"

"More different."

I scream kickingly as I blush my cheeks. The neck of the rabbit is squeezed in my arm because of my strength, is it okay? She was the arm of those who did not hold the rabbit, still posing as an example Aliqui, to which she replied.

I'm here to protect Mr. Sputnik.

Isn't that the same thing?

I haven't slept much last night, but it's the mountains that I want to rest in.

"Unfortunately I still have things to do. I don't mind staying in my room, but lock up and go to sleep."

Here, come in, and point indoors. But she didn't try to move from there. I tilted my neck and said, "Things to do?," he murmurs wonderfully.

"What do you do?... No way." I frowned uncomfortably about something that occurred to me. Continue with a roaring voice. "Are you a woman?"

"Incorrect"

Spread your left hand and show me the key bundle in your hand. And I said. "Overtime."

"Overtime?"

"Yes, I had something I wanted to make by the end of the day, but I didn't make it during business hours"

"Make..."

Crewe repeated his words with a frightened look that he was completely unexpected.

But that doesn't last that long. I guess Sputnik is basically because she knows that she won't let people in the processing room when she does her work, eventually her cheeks became distorted and she looked lonely.

"If I were here, would I be in the way"

In response to that inquiry, I think I reiterated that 'I came to protect you' was still an excuse. I wish I could be honest from the start if I was lonely or scared to be alone, or for that reason, but since exactly when has my daughter been such a bad kid that she lies to her parents? I came up with such a joke and wanted to do it a little harsh in return for such lying vomiting again. So,

"Well, you're in the way."

I'm gonna throw up those words. Then, as she thought, she frowned crying even now.

I lean down to say something, but it is not for the first time that Crewe says my utmost to 'Sputnik as an Artisan'. So it wasn't hard to anticipate what she would say next - eventually Krew's lips open.

But he didn't really want to turn her down.

That's why blocking it, Sputnik went on like this.

"But, Ma, if you're here, you can stay. What are you gonna do, come and see me for a little while?"

Then Crewe lifted his head much higher. There is no worrying color there.

"Night out is a bad thing to do," Sputnik replied to his lovable eyes, who spoke eloquently without words, smiling and showing them niggardly and mean.

Sometimes it's unusual, Krew thought, as he blurts out the back of his boss, who lights it on his left hand and holds the key in his right hand to open the machining room.

Usual Sputnik doesn't want to bring people in when producing work. That's been the case for a long time, and they don't like it when other people lose focus by getting into their sight. It also handles urgent matters such as sudden visitors, but it doesn't look very good either. Though I would never do anything to hit a guest, Crewe can somehow tell from his atmosphere.

Only this evening, though, I was wondering if you'd come and see me. What a breeze - I leaned my neck and thought, well, one thing came to mind.

What if this Sputnik?

"... Mr. Sputnik's, spice?

"What?"

I realize that possibility and inadvertently lag behind.

His floating, "You've come up with something boring again," he looked back as he grabbed the door knob, looking at the neglected, although it did look just like that of his boss, who has been around for years.

But still, I can't be alarmed.

"Yes, Mr. Ilaja said. Wizards can use the magic of change. Someone can change their face just like that. So, also, maybe, maybe, Mr. Sputnik."

Yes, maybe you just opened the machining room because you're plotting to steal the jewels that are in the machining room.

While his hips pulled, Crewe pointed his fingertips at Sputnik.

"If it's not a trick, don't show me the evidence. Cu can't be fooled."

"Evidence Ne..."

Right, I stand up, I look up at the void and put my hand on my jaw.

That's not how long I was thinking about it. Close your eyes, distort the edges of your mouth, and shape the usual grin that openly manifests your poor personality. And he answered her request accurately.

"I used to talk about when you got lost in a shopping mall in Lislis City, okay?

"... well, that's..."

And that was too precise as an answer to the request. Be aware of the heat on your cheeks.

The shopping district of the city of Lizlis - so reminiscent of what happened a few years ago, when the two of them were still traveling, was a certain city. Embarrassing enough to want to forget, memories of Crewe.

I waved the same hand I pointed at earlier, this time wide and wide.

"Okay, Mr. Sputnik is the real Mr. Sputnik."

"Don't be shy. No, that was a masterpiece. At that time, it was crowded in the morning market, and that's all I said," Don't get edgy, "but sometime I felt the rarity of the products lined up in the outdoor store."

"Mr. Sputnik's mean!

I don't think this bottomless evil can be put out to fake. When he swelled his cheeks and expressed his protest, he was credited to the wall as if he had frightened him.

"I guess it's because you say weird things."

"Even Mr. Sputnik, if you don't know if I'm real or fake, you're determined to want to be sure. If a wizard like me were next to me, you wouldn't know which one was me."

Or in his case, either way, I'm going to tell him to go back to the store number. Rather, it seems like it would be convenient to say something because of the increased workforce.

But he didn't say so. Totally shuddered, I sighed all the time and turned my back on this one, clutching the door knob and pounding.

"You know what I mean."

"Eh."

"Can there be a store owner who can't even tell the employee's face?"

Unexpectedly, my chest trembles. Does that mean you care about yourself - but unfortunately that expectation fell short?

"I got lost in a crowd in Lislis City, and you'd have found it right."

"That's enough."

There's no way he could tell Crewe such a sweet thing.

To Crewe's answer he steps inside the machining room, laughing his ass off. In the dark room, when Sputnik relied on the light at hand to find and light the ocean lights there, even if not as bright as daylight, to the extent that there was no difficulty in doing the work.

Crewe waits for it, then whines "I'll interrupt," and goes inside. He kept the light in his hand, now unlocked the shelf with the tools and began to explore inside.

"Leave the stuffed animal there.... Ah, if it's important, don't do it on your desk. Because it's dirty."

Then where would you like it? Bookshelf clearance? Outside the room? I thought about it and decided to borrow one chair. Pull out one round chair from under the work desk, move the feet and hands to adjust the center of gravity and place it on the chair. The stuffed animal with the puffed eye sat there without complaining one by one.

Eventually, what Sputnik removed from the shelf was some equipment and a square mass. When he brought it up on the basin, he put it on the work desk. The equipment was often carried by Sputnik, such as pencils, crocodiles, and design cutters, and many looked familiar to Krew. but what would a square chunk be? Production of works is probably a kind of gem-processing tool, but that was the only substitute I didn't know about.

How do you play with this? Looking up at him sitting next to him, he was smiling funny. Seeing the crew in trouble is what I said I couldn't help but have fun.

"What is this?"

"What do you think?

Pointing to the chunk and asking, Sputnik tilted his neck. I don't seem to be willing to give you an answer right away.

I can't help it, I'll think about who it is with Crewe. White gray wrapped in a transparent bag. That was about the size of a ride on Krew's palm and weighed quite a bit when I held it up, but it sank softly when I pressed it with my fingers. This is

"Brick... clay?

"Too bad. Silver clay."

At the same time as answering, he offered Krew a book. In a large book not so thick, it says' Let's Play with Silver Clay - Handmade Accessories'.

On the head of the noun she said, there was one word. Silver, clay.

"Is this silver? But this is soft."

"That's why you say it's clay. When you cook this, it turns silver. The material store around here handles less, so I picked it up from the Chamber of Commerce. It's not that expensive, but when it's this big, it's a little pricey."

For what it's worth, opening the bag is rough. When opened with (10), it is divided into appropriate sizes. I put two shards on my desk and put the rest in a sealed container.

"Well, don't think deeply, think it's a little expensive clay play. Just make whatever shape you want and bake it."

Sputnik sat across the street with one shard of clay on hand and pushed the other towards Krew. Apparently one is for Crewe. Then he stops talking and just drops his gaze on the blueprint-like paperwork he's spreading at hand. I don't think I should talk to you anymore.

Crewe likewise drew another shard and sat in a round chair.

Then open 'Let's Play with Silver Clay' and spin your thoughts.