The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

I was wondering if I needed to give Krew some free time, who would have been mentally exhausted by being blackmailed by a magic girl, but surprisingly, her recovery was fast. There didn't seem to be that much more shock than the original, and I'd say Sputnik, who slept all day the next day due to foot injury and fatigue, was far more seriously injured.

However, such a crew also seemed to care that the magic girl knew her 'physique' for some reason, and the way she spoke trembling beside the bed was badly painful. Although Sputnik replied "I told the magic girl that there was no such fact" and "I was also convinced that the magic girl was convinced by the testimony of her employer," even though the boulder fool was being very honest and she was stroking her chest down as relieved.

Sleeping all day, my general tiredness took off like a lie. but for at least three days I kept my old doctor's words to rest - I wasn't exactly willing to protect myself, but Crewe wouldn't allow it - and I decided to work in bed for handicrafts. Fix the stuffed eye and then repair and finish Krew's silverware using ruby shards that were left unprocessed due to their poor quality. The broken ear is repaired by replacing the new silver clay with an adhesive, wrapping the ribbon around as a reinforcement just in case. Ruby had a lot of rubies, but rubies went well with stuffed animals made of warm colored fabric.

As expected, she raised her voice to surprise and joy when she put a necklace on the stuffed animal that had not gotten her eyes in a few days and returned it to Crewe. I'm sure I'll sleep with that again this evening.

- Five days have passed since I did that.

"Thank you, thank you"

Along with Krew's drop-off greeting, Karan Karan, and the doorbell rang.

The store also reopens as usual, without magic girls showing up there. I realize that my routine is finally back the same as it was before the incident. If there was anything unusual, it was about the extent to which Crewe's ring existed, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as that. Familiarity is horrible, she was the one who cared so much about the existence of the ring at first, but now she's already acting like a part of her own body. Doesn't that mean you don't take care of it, does it feel natural that it fits in there?

As she watched from the counter the crew lifting her deeply thankful head vigorously, she accidentally put her hand on her cheek and laughed as she melted.

"Ugh."

"What is it? You suddenly have a strange smile."

"No. Customer, he was so happy, I'm kind of happy too."

The two earlier customers bought a pair of pairings and went. They say it's a year since we met. I didn't care for Sputnik because I don't know how long they'll be getting along, etc., but Krew seemed to feel a different thought from it and said, "I want you to be happy forever".

And now I laugh at Sputnik.

"The customer seemed happy, I had fun, and Mr. Sputnik was there.... I don't know, I knew it would be nice"

"What?

"Here's the thing."

I wonder what it is.

I don't get it, I tilt my neck to show it. But even that seemed delightful, and her expression never broke.

"I wish it had always been like this"

"This is how it's always been, hey."

That sounds like a lot of problems, but blocking what Sputnik was about to say.

The doorbell at the entrance door rang. A few percent more than usual, by chance.

"Mm-hmm. Welcome."

At the same time, I see a shadow hurrying in on my feet at the edge of my sight, wondering what's making me so hasty. The shadow that came in was a woman. A woman with a relatively adorable impression of a brown semi-long. However, if I had been mistaken in the city as someone else, I would not have had the appearance of a category so memorable.

Say hello to welcome you to the store as you bite down your absences. In contrast, the serious clerk snuck up on the shopkeeper, who had difficulty with his customer service attitude, before walking under her.

"Welcome, sir. Are you looking for something?"

But 'Guests' do not answer. On the contrary, I didn't even try to see Crewe. Straight, staring at a point.

Sputnik noticed what was ahead of him.

I was aware, and I didn't dare say it.

"Sir?"

Once again, the numb-cut crew calls out.

Then finally, she opened her mouth to me. As if whispering, with a sense of universality.

- I missed you.

"Huh."

Trembling lips hang slowly and turn into a form of laughter. The white hands are assembled in front of the swelling of the chest, and the open eyes narrow as the expression changes - not literally in the eyes, such as about Crewe, who lifts his voice like a sneer. Eventually, when the expression was coloured with complete joy, she shouted strongly, just saying that she was no longer patient.

"I missed you, Sputnik!

From the reaction I showed earlier when I walked into the store, I was expecting it to probably come. but just because you were expecting it, it's another story about whether you can accept the Guest's words right away. Sputnik frowns at an unrecognizable face and an unrecognizable reunion greeting.

As the guest grabbed over to the counter with the wolfish crew placed, he stared at Sputnik and tilted his neck.

"You forgot? About me."

"I don't know it in the first place. Who, you?"

Well, according to what I'm saying, I'm not a customer. Also, Sputnik was not as thick in his emotions as he remembered the stricken woman. So when I asked her that, was it still one of the latter, she opened her eyes like she was hurt.

"Terrible, us, so much... we talked all night, and I haven't forgotten. Hey, such a terrible lie, don't. I really wanted to talk to you again."

"Shh. Shh. Sputnik. Hey, you know him?

Krew's drawn voice, which seems to be more confused than Sputnik's, is thrown out of sight.

But Sputnik doesn't answer. Because part of my head was complaining of intense discomfort to the woman in front of me. I felt like I had seen this woman's face somewhere - no. I've never seen this face. At least, I don't remember. But something comes to mind.

With her hands on her chin, the woman stepped further to Sputnik, who pierced her silence.

"Hey. Please, just give me a second, give me some time. I need to talk."

"Oh, you know, that. If you'll excuse me, the owner is in business right now."

"Ah. Okay."

The words simply came out of mouth for the reason that 'I realized who my visions were,' which never meant 'I accepted'. To see the peeled crew and the woman whose expression shimmered all the time as she was surprised, she and others seemed to have taken it as the latter, but it was also a hundred million robberies to correct the mistake, and in any case remained silent because it did not change to take time.

Stand up, silence again. Machining room, or. After getting a little lost, Sputnik walked out.

"Coo, you keep your store number.... Come."

I can hear Krew say something, but I can't leave the store. Sputnik hung his hand on the entrance door as he calculated how he would forgive the employees who were in a bad mood later.