The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

"Oh, thank you, thank you"

"You're welcome."

That's how we're safe, getting to the front of the materials store. Crewe thanked the kitten owner for the directions as he handed her a packed bag of cat toys.

She receives the bag with the hands of those who have not lowered the cage and narrows her eyes with joy.

"Welcome, thank you for the toy carry, thank you for your help. My house, upstairs in the apartment there, so come visit me next time if you like. Because I'm waiting with this girl."

"Yes, thank you"

"Nyaa."

Say thank you again. And a voice came out of her lowered case. She laughed,

He said, "I'm waiting."

"Haha. Thanks."

Crewe bowed his head deeply again. Now, turn to the kitten in the case.

And when she said, "I'll see you later," she turned her heels back and went back to the house where they lived.

- Crewe thinks of a few things as he drops them off until the two figures bend over the apartment walls and become invisible.

It was only when I went out that I was scared, but nobody in this city seems so horrible.

For Krew once, I used to 'keep' her. I always thought that those were everything in the world and what people were. So, no matter how many times Sputnik told me that those races were special in the world, I couldn't believe it - as his employee, he took me on a journey and eventually put me in Liafiat City and met a lot of people in doing so.

Certainly there were some mean people inside. A lot of people, though, have been nice to Crewe.

But somewhere in my mind, I thought it was because there was Sputnik behind me. If you harm him, he'll come to retaliate soon, because he's making a stare around you beside himself.

But I'm alone today. - Still, they're all doing themselves good.

When I thought about it, my cheeks loosened naturally.

I get ink safely and when I get home, I decide to my heart to tell Sputnik everything that was the shopping trip. And thank the people who took care of you. Thanks to you, one person was able to shop safely, thank you. Then they let me play with the kitten again, preaching the cuteness of the cat to Sputnik, and slowly to the Sputnik jewellery store, as well as the mundane, fuzzy, cute pets - I began to leap my chest into a grand plan, then.

On my throat, I felt uncomfortable.

Remove the handkerchief from your pocket and cough one or two. and one green stone appeared on the handkerchief holding his mouth. I fold my handkerchief like a stone wrapper and it's in my pocket so no one can see me.

Gemstones. I don't even know why they come out of me, strange things.

And then a shadow arises in Crewe's heart.

- Even those who make it so much better, if they find out about this odd physique of their own.

"Weird kid, do you think..."

Or will you kick or beat yourself, just like that one day?

With that in mind, Crewe pushed the materialist door.

"Welcome"

The clerk greeted Crewe, who gently crept through the entrance.

Materials store ceilings are very high unlike many other stores. It would be because they handle many taller things as a product, such as lumber, which is much longer than Crewe's height.

That said, what you're dealing with is never just big, there are some small, thin ones that Sputnik uses for his work, and there are all sorts of other things in the materials store, including sickles, saws, and even strange shapes of stone that you're not sure what to use at the end. So quite a bit, there is also breadth.

But even in such a large store, the location of the ink was found without having to ask the clerk.

Right after entering the store, on the left hand side. A well-behaved, fountain pen lined shelf with familiar ink. Come closer and look at the label in your hand and always look for the same one that Sputnik uses.

I knew immediately what ink I was looking for. Hold one and speak to the clerk.

"This, please."

"Huh."

Good width female clerk. Crewe had a face he didn't know, but he seemed to remember Crewe's face over there. "Oh," he raised his voice, laughing as he found out.

"Alone today? Where's Mr. Sputnik?

"Oh, you know, I'm alone. Ink, tell me to buy it,"

"I'm impressed with your use, it's great. My kid is as good as Crewe is, but I don't need any help with the house at all... I want you to say something. Wow, how can I be that splendid? Maybe next time Mr. Sputnik will tell me the secret to parenting, oh my God. By the way, is Mr. Sputnik a good man? I still have a single kid in my relatives, and he's a pretty nice kid."

Since then, there has been so much chatter that I haven't even had time to breathe. Speaking of which, when I used to come to the materials store, Sputnik said, "In the materials store, pick a clerk". I have a clerk who likes to talk to me, and he can't get me home after I'm done. Hi. I hear Krew is unlucky or lucky, he hit the clerk.

A wave of endless chatter. Crewe, who thought they were going to be attached to each other until it closed as it was, shook courage, whispered, said.

"Um, ink..."

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry, that was ink"

"Yes."

My voice accidentally plays to the joy of finally remembering me. Crewe took out the coins he had deposited from Pochette and placed them on a cash dish (carton). - But.

The clerk looked at the cash plates and raised his bare voice.

"Oh? That's not enough, Crewe."

"Eh."

"We get six copper coins for this."

Put your hands on your cheeks as you say, tilting your neck like you're in trouble. but it was Crewe who really got in trouble.

Five copper coins were put on a cash plate, as the clerk said. But I kept it from Sputnik, and that should be it all. Should I have dropped one somewhere? At the pet store - no, I wouldn't have opened Pochette once since I left the store. Then did Sputnik give it to you by mistake? Flip the pochette, but there's no gold in it. All I had was your notes, and all that was written on them was the type of ink. It's not worth it as a note.

What should I do? Wet uncomfortable things are born and swollen in the mind, clogging Crewe's chest all the time.

- And then.

From behind, there was an arm stretched out to the counter.

"Excuse me, I'd like to ask you for this"

"Yes? Oh, Mr. Nuts. Hello."

When I was drawn to my voice and looked back, there was one woman, standing, with an impressive red pulled on her lips.

Called the nut. That girlfriend, Crewe, was also someone to know. He is a police officer who often visits our shop. I often complain about the sleigh that doesn't seem to fit with Sputnik, but I'm never a bad person.

One piece of paper directed at the clerk and suddenly given out of the nut. "Hey, I'm sorry," she said, saying no to Crewe, stopping her accounting hand and receiving it in a strange blink. I can't read the text from Krew, but what's it say?

Waiting for the clerk, the nut looked down at Crewe and smiled.

"Hello, Crewe"

"Oh, uh, hello, here."

"Coincidence, shopping?

"Oh, yeah. Um, uh, uh, Mr. Nuts."

"Ugh, it's a patrol. You know what I do, right?

Police officer work. Because Sputnik taught me before, I remember. I'm not sure what that means, but sure.

"... 'Soo Wow' and 'Yuchaku'?

"That idiot, what are you telling me?"

and instantly my nut lips caught on.

I get anxious that I would have remembered by mistake or made her angry, but she didn't get angry at Crewe. Bring back a smile immediately,

"My job is to find out if anyone in Liafiat City is in any trouble and to help them if they are in any trouble. So, Crewe. You looked like you were in trouble right now, too, but something wrong?

"Um, that's it."

I knew it wouldn't solve anything when I told her, but the problem was too great to hold her alone. I try to talk to him, and he'll talk enough to listen, and he opens his mouth with a drip - but.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's not true, Mr. Nuts."

It was the clerk who blocked it and answered. with ink in a paper bag, taped and sealed,

"I'm sorry, Crewe. Looks like you got the ink, the price tag wrong. It's okay, it was perfect."

With a bitter smile, he's offering a paper bag from across the counter. The price tag was wrong, and she asked in case, she nodded one thing and said again, "Yes. I'm sorry, I'll fix it right away," he said.

Reach out gently and receive the paper bag. Then the clerk went to Crewe and turned to me with a full smile.

"Thank you very much"

An accounted paper bag, in your hand. It contains the ink you are looking for.

Embracing it, the Sprout of my heart disappeared completely. On my cheek, I can see a natural smile coming.

"Thank you"

"Go home with care. Say hello to Mr. Sputnik."

"Yes!"

Reply well and nod. I was able to shop properly on my own.

Krew turned his heel back and managed to walk out to the entrance door in anticipation of wanting to skip. Grip the bag with your dominant hand so that you never drop the loot (ink).

Put your hands on the knob to open the door. Crewe pulled open the heavier door than the one in the jewelry store.

- Behind it.

Crewe hasn't noticed at all that Nut and the clerk gazed and laughed.

But.

The real trouble with Crewe was after he left the store.

"Which way did you come from..."

That's right.

I don't remember the journey from the materials store to the house.

In the invisible streets of his home, Crewe is alone and stunned. She gave me guidance. She's already gone home to herself. The material store, which Sputnik is supposed to have brought me here several times, doesn't seem like a right or left, only a road I don't remember.

Breathe in, exhale deeply. Calm down, tell yourself to remember. It's okay, I came all the way here by myself, and I could have bought the object myself. There's no way I can make it this far and go home alone.

Close your eyes, think. Which way did Sputnik always walk when he came home from the materials store? Even if you couldn't remember all the journey, at least, just the first step - roaring and thinking. There are nuts in the store, so I should have gone back and asked, but with my head, which took a lot of thought to get here and exhausted, I didn't think that far.

Lost, thought, and in the end, the conclusion I made.

"Here, here"

Crewe pointed to the road on his left, and walked out.

The rationale I left, not right, is' I feel 'like I was always walking to the left when I could buy from shopping. In other words, it is plausible.

"Uh... this way. Maybe."

Then I just crossed two roads, turn right.

But naturally, no matter how far you go, there will be nothing familiar, shops, or roads out there. Every time I go on, the road narrows, darkens, and one thinks less.

Eventually.

- Crewe got completely lost and stopped his leg. There, it was a dark back street.

I'll go back to the materials store and start over, but I can't remember where I came from again on a dark, unrecognizable road.

"That..."

His own voice echoed in the alley was thin and terribly pitiful.

"Sputnik, come on..."

But of course, no reply.

I manage to swallow the tears that are going to overflow, and at least try to get out on a wide road, turn around and go the way I came from. I'm horrified to look forward, and I'm just looking at my toes and going on a small run, he said.

Moments, I hit something.

"Hiccup."

"Ah?"

To impact, take a few steps back. I managed to avoid wearing buttcakes.

Was it the wall or the luggage that hit you? Hold down your aching head and raise your face. but

"Pain."

But it wasn't either of her predictions.

- There he is, the pair, man.

Hi, Crewe hit his head like one of them. He looked younger than Sputnik, but in any case much longer than her. The gaze of a man who did not hesitate to fall from the sky, as if he did not know, seemed only terrible to Crewe.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Toad and whisper, trembling and returning an apology - unexpectedly, Crewe said.

When I left the house, I remembered what Sputnik told me.

"This is a safe city, if you're on the main street, you can walk with one kid."

So go shopping with confidence. And he told Crewe. At that time the word reached her as something to reassure her.

But. Now in this situation his. It reaches Crewe with a completely different meaning. This city is safe on the main street. But then. - What about the other way around?

Not on the boulevard, dim and uninspiring even at noon, like this alley?

"Ah..."

The moment I realized it, the crease, and the cold stroked Crewe's spine.

The pair remain unaware of Crewe's thoughts and so on, and look at her as if they were frightened.

"Oh, boy."

"Kid's not wandering around like this, are you lost?"

"Ah, ah... ah"

There's something on the back of one man's hand, a pattern. Tattoo.

It makes me sick to get a raw sense of the gaze that arrives sloppy.

"What are we gonna do?

"I don't know, but if you're lost, you're not a cop. Hey, you, the parents."

I'm bumping into something with the other, smoke-like guy, but the confused crew didn't know what the guy was talking about anymore. Two to four gaze, and I think if I don't run away, my legs snap, and I can't move.

"I don't know what else to do, I'll take you"

I can't say anything, and Crewe just doesn't know what the men thought of her in tears. I just found out you said "take" somewhere. Bad patterned men. Dim alley. The word "take". In her thought circuit, there was only one thing she could derive from them - 'get caught'.

A tattooed man walks over here. Crewe's whole body trembles. Your breath gets rough, your teeth don't engage and you make noises with the bees.

Someone. Seek help, reach behind your back.

"Ah..."

But the hand cut off the sky. Looking back, there's no one there to help (Sputnik).

The moment his own shoulder was grabbed by the tattooed hand, Crewe couldn't stand it and screamed.

(cont 'd)