The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

"Customer Elsa requested: repair (necklace top metal partially damaged)".

More than one sentence touched Sputnik's eyes when he unlocked the strictly keyed record book and pulled the blue one of the sticky notes sticking out of his side to open the page in question.

That's a page in the business log. With the records of the work Sputnik wears twice a day, after lunch and after closing, the handwriting belongs to him without deception. Pick the tip of the sticky note with your thumb and index finger and peel it in a breath with the meaning of completing the request. And, normally, shortly after that, I'll fill out the latest page to the effect that the request has been completed - only today, there was a reason I couldn't do that.

I ate my own lunch early. I look up at the clock on the wall wondering if Crewe would still be back in the store, but it was still a little early to finish the lunch break. When I went out to buy lunch, I bought more desserts than usual for Rewards for Myself, which I was able to serve alone in the morning, so I don't know if maybe I won't be back on time.

"I don't have any urgent business."

You should enjoy the rest between the bundles. With that in mind, I opened an old page in the journal to kill time. At the same time, speaking of which, I wonder if Crewe is still keeping that 'log'.

The other day, after closing, Sputnik was keeping a business log, and Crewe brought some pretty notebooks from somewhere and started writing something with enthusiasm. When I asked him what he was writing, he said, "I'm keeping a business log, too," with his chest stretched. However, the majority of the contents I was proudly shown were 'pet shop cats were hairy and cute' but 'dropped snack cookies half to the floor', which obviously had nothing to do with my work.

If it's in person, though, that's fine. Sputnik keeps track of the work she does on a daily basis, and I don't need her to even remember how to write a business log yet. Much still exists to make you know and remember as an employee - yes, for example.

I thought, just looking at the ink kettle I put on the counter in conjunction with the journal, I got a light footstep that was puffy, puffy. Eventually, the "Employee Only" billed door opens with a sound.

And it was, of course, employee Crewe who showed his face.

I wonder why, blushing cheeks, moisturizing eyes, shaking fine.

"What's up?

"Su, sup, sputnik. Wow."

As Crewe rushed over to call his name, he gave him a momentum as he sat in his chair. I hug her back, trembling like frightened, rubbing her back, thinking she was a thief or a peep.

But in conclusion, it didn't seem either of them.

In a hurry, what she says diligently as she stands.

"Um, I just checked the room dictionary for" Kung Fu "."

"? Ah."

"Then, the kung fu of inner aid says," I often say about my wife's accomplishments, "and my wife says," Then tell me, me, Mr. Elsa, su, Mr. Sputnik's, oh, hey, oh, ma'am, "!

- I managed to make you want to say that.

Even the penis that doesn't even seem to know the letter of this romance is still somewhat concerned about that. Or maybe it's some kind of child that makes you sensitive to it.

Now is the time to loosen up on women's relations Sputnik, but at a very young age, I never had the experience of getting into fights when I was fraternized with a heterosexual I didn't even like. At that time, surely, after I broke the other person's nose bone, I should have seen a one-off solution by declaring, "Correct your remarks or I'll strip your nails one at a time" and causing them to lose their will - innocent memories of childhood. So I didn't know how Krew was desperate. But in that case, Elsa just said it as an analogy and wouldn't have made it mean that much.

But I don't know that the thoughts of a beloved employee who has taken it too seriously will remain.

"No, Coo, Coo, Coo, Coo, Coo, Coo, Coo, Coo."

I told him to scream as he pressed his reddish cheeks around Sputnik's shoulder.

"And even though I haven't!

"... right"

Instead of naturalization, I can't help but think that's not what we should be talking about right now.

"If I see Elsa later, I'll make it perfectly clear, 'I don't have any plans to naturalize in the future', so calm down. Coo, I need you to do me a favor."

"Oh, yes, no, the plans are, I didn't know I had any in the future...... no, eh. Please?

Crewe, finally regained his calm, tilts his neck slowly. Sputnik nodded and showed as he grabbed her shoulder and gently let it go from himself.

"Ah. - Hey, I need you to go shopping."

and.

Krew remained in that position with his neck tilted, keeping an eye on him and solidifying him perfectly. And

"With Mr. Sputnik?

"No. Coo, alone"

Take the time and the neck slowly returns to its original position. open, tinted eyes shake fine,

"Um."

"Yeah."

"Uh."

"Yeah."

Sputnik patiently waits for meaningful words to return as he hammers.

Eventually, under his chestnut forehead, Crewe, surprised by the sweat on his forehead, leaned down with his hands on his cheeks and finally answered him with his nagging eyes,

"Ku, it's the kung fu of the inner aid, so if you go outside our house, it won't be the inner aid..."

"As good as it gets."

It makes sense, I didn't say.

- Crewe is crowded, or afraid of a place without Sputnik. I know it affects when you were once imprisoned by thieves, etc., but I wonder when and where strangers will come from, and they'll snap their legs.

I can manage to stay alone in my own room, but nothing else is possible at all. If Sputnik stood in the store, he'd come to help, and if he said he was going shopping, he'd follow me by lowering his favorite pochette. Although it can be said that it has grown far compared to the time when visitors to the store, shoppers and travellers were frightened to the business partners they had been gracious to, Sputnik's inability to act differently still does not make him feel like he is killing the strengths of the pair.

Sputnik put his arms together when he stood in the chair and looked down at Crewe. Its cheeks are painfully bluish, but there is no growth if you spoil them forever.

"That's good, Uchisuke graduation. At least my daughter-in-law will be gone."

"Oh, you can have a daughter-in-law. You're more welcome."

"I don't remember raising you to be such a disgusting daughter as to propose just to get away from the problem in front of you.... you know, I ran out of ink on my pen. You served Elsa earlier, right? I'd like to keep a log stating that Ku could have responded properly by himself, but I can't write anything about this. Why don't you get me some?"

Place the empty ink kettle and glass pen aligned over the counter. On the blue surface of the pen, Crewe's puzzled face even appeared thin.

"So, but Mr. Sputnik, always use a fountain pen..."

"This one's out, too"

When I take my favorite fountain pen out of Slack's ass pocket, I pull out the cap and let him run his pen tip to the edge of the journal. Naturally, Blue Black doesn't peek a drop.

I realized that there was no escape, and Krew's eyes accumulated tears all over me. To seal it to zero, Sputnik placed his hand on her head as he broke his knee and aligned his eyes with the height. "It's okay," he tells in the warmest possible voice.

"I'm selling it at the grocery store there, so I'm just gonna buy it and come back. Grocery store, you know what I mean? Our, three neighbors.... It's okay, I won't say what I can't do. I'm asking because I believe you can do it."

"If you cou, you can...?

Removed from the apron, the handkerchief with the embroidery of a bird - that's what I carry with me all the time to hide the jewels I spit out - and wiped his tears, Crewe repeated his words. It's like seeing a glimmer of hope. Sputnik let him snort deep and deep to hold it back.

"I can. I can. I guarantee it, for sure. Did I ever make a mistake?

Let me just ask him that there's no way he can even give it back, like denial.

Once she snuck up big, she turned diagonally upwards as she thought. And after a while, when she turned to him again, she answered in tears.

"... to the relationship of women, for the sake of..."

"Other than that"

I manage to get my gaze back out of line. What was in Krew's eyes had changed from fright of business to suspicion of him, but Sputnik looked straight at it pretending not to notice.

I'll wrap the white hand holding the handkerchief with my own right hand.

"It's okay. This is a safe city, if you're on the main street, you can walk with one kid. There's nothing to be scared of, even if it's logic. You know, this city's police officers are so angry that they're too loyal to their duties."

I remember the face of one citizen as I say it, and I make a bitter face. You figured out who that was referring to, blown out like Crewe was struck by surprise.

"Okay, I'm coming.... hey, I'm afraid."

"That's our employee."

Now from Sputnik, hold her tight. "I'll do my best," Krew declared, rubbing his fuzzy cheeks against Sputnik.

- And.

"Yes, I'm coming."

"Oh, come on."

Fill your usual pochette with money and notes. When he greeted him outdoors with an inverted voice, Crewe rang the doorbell of the entrance door vibrantly.

Waving a flicker from inside the counter, Sputnik drops off the look. I was a little concerned that my right hand and right foot were out at the same time, but the only place I had to head was next door to three houses from here, a place where the neighborhood could never be better. Besides, the grocery store tells Krew to go shopping alone today, and the type of ink he wants to sell at that time, etc., all through the conversation in advance. Problems can't happen if we go there in due course - it should.

Remove the fountain pen again and return the pre-drained ink cartridge. Blue Black wrote 'Crewe, let me go shopping alone' on the latest page of the business log.

However. With his elbow on the counter and his jaw supported, Sputnik thinks alone.

Consider what you say, do, and what you record in the journal.

"This is more than a work log…"

Feeling far more appropriate to call it a parenting diary, he sighed small.

(cont 'd)