The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

There are several roads from the pet store to the materials store. I had no choice but to split up and take a look at the lice crunch than to know which path the Crews would follow, but luckily, when they found Crewe, they had already arrived in front of the material store.

"... was there"

"Oh, it's true. I was there."

"What? Where?"

The first person to find that figure was Sputnik. The next dog shop I was walking next to - "Because I'm the one responsible for sending Crewe to the materials store" - and the nuts that I heard the two words from came running slightly backwards.

Looking back, pointing the finger at Krew on his nut - accidentally. In Sputnik's belly, a small prank sprouted. There is no other cause, I recall being strangled by a nut earlier.

It's time to take revenge. At the foot of the nut running in the pump, Sputnik scratches his own leg and puts it out. The nuts suddenly didn't slow down and caught onto Sputnik's protruding legs as they were.

That's how she slipped into his thoughts, screaming and falling.

The nuts put one hand on the ground and look back resentfully. What the hell, but I thought he was going to yell at me, but that prediction went off.

Instead he asks in a low voice, roaring.

"... have you seen it?

He's holding his ass down with a bright red face. The question had no subject, but it was obvious from her attitude.

I didn't see anything in particular, and Sputnik is not a beginner (uvu) enough to think I'd do it to the extent that I was seen in a woman's underwear. There was no way I could feel inferior from what I saw of such a woman in the first place.

Sputnik said, looking down at her in arms.

"At that age, you're the backprint of the bear's face"

"I'm not wearing that!

"I didn't see it, nuts! I didn't see any cute Kuma backprint pants, so I'm fine. Cheer up!

"Ugh, don't say that in a misleading way, you stupid dog!

"You shut up, too, fool. Ku must have noticed."

Sputnik tells Sputnik to the nut that strangles the dog shop who holds his own eyes with both hands and screams. Speaking of which, what did Crewe do? Have you ever broken up with a woman and gone inside a materials store? Almost at the same time Sputnik tried to cross the materials store.

Of the three, there was a voice that did not belong to anyone.

"... oh, the doghouse?

"What?"

The dog shop they called looked at you unblindfolded. The nuts also, in the same way - keep their hands off the neck of the doghouse - turn to the voice. Sputnik didn't have to turn again. Just ahead of his gaze, because the girl showed up.

The woman, who lowered her carry case in one hand, also looked familiar to Sputnik. Naturally, I just saw it.

That girlfriend who bought a cat from a pet store earlier and sent Crewe this far was right in front of them.

"What are you doing? Here. Oh, could I, forget something...?

"Oh, no, no, not at all. Hey, for the wild."

"Yes. It's just for the wild, I'm sorry. He's been strangled in the alley for a long time. I love it."

"What are you talking about, nuts!?

Screaming doghouse voice. Perhaps in retribution for making a 'pretty bear' statement out loud, but you don't have to do it now.

Sputnik made a sales smile as he approached her one step closer, realizing that the conversation was unlikely to proceed even if he was leaving it to them.

"Hi, I'm Crewe's employer, but my employee is here to take care of you"

"What?"

That one word seems to have sufficed to explain the current situation. I look at the three faces in turn, and finally I look at Sputnik again, and I open my eyes much as I was surprised. Quickly understood warrant, above all.

"... oh, your... oh, so!

"That's the thing, thank you all. I'll thank you later."

"Don't worry about thanking me. It was nice talking to you on your way home."

"Nyaa."

Ringtone. When I look, a kitten is looking up this way through the window of the carry case. That was a good crew and a kitten watching in a pet store. She similarly looked at the carry-case window and whined as if she remembered something: "Oh, yeah," she said.

"Crewe, of all the pet store animals, this kid was my favorite. Reason, do you know?

"? No"

Black and ash tiger cat (Tabby) looking at Sputnik uncommonly through the window.

Being its owner, she looked at Sputnik and Carrie Case several times alternately, and then, holding her mouth down with her hands lowered the bag, she laughed, heh.

"'Cause it's a fake color with Mr. Sputnik,' he said. - Crewe, you love you."

The same color, is. It's about me, I knew immediately what you were referring to. Dark hair and grey eyes.

That, what a... A delightful, embarrassing, itchy-like thought occupies his belly. I just couldn't figure out how to respond to it, and to be honest, I felt somewhat handicapped by pride, and in the end Sputnik misled me by just vaguely creating a grin.

I don't know what the hell she took that Sputnik reaction for. But she laughed, freakishly dull again. And

"If you succeed in using it, please praise me a lot"

I'm not a good parent or a good employer enough to be missed. I know some of the things that make her happy, thanks to a relationship that's not too short.

Shoulder to shoulder, still a vague grin. Sputnik replied to her as she tucked the nut waving the kennel shop against her and the kennel that was shaken but still at the edge of her sight.

"When I get home, I'm going to feed you something delicious."

Fortunately, the house is waiting for the new tart I just got.

If that's the case, please go quickly, and Sputnik visited the materials store as he was dropped off making sure he was pushed half-back.

Due to the characteristics of the products handled, the materials store has larger premises than other stores, and customers who purchase large quantities at once come to the store. That means the number of entrance doors opening and closing in a day goes up without even fixing it, so it is not difficult for the doorbell to ring each time. As a result, no doorbell was installed in the materials store, but thanks to this, Sputnik and the nuts were able to come to the store without being noticed by Krew, who had stopped his leg near the entrance.

Note that the dog shop is waiting outside. To be precise, thanks to the fact that my nuts had shaken my head so many times, I couldn't stand up after losing my support, because I couldn't stay with them. My cat owner's girlfriend sounded worried, but she wouldn't die about that, humans. A guy named Life isn't sweet enough to end up with that degree of shock.

The two softly dive into the shadow of the display shelf and ask for Krew. and at the same time.

From behind, an unexpected voice was called.

"Welcome, sir!

Sputnik and the nuts, both of them look back at the sounding voices in the store.

There he was, from the apron he hung. He seemed like a storekeeper at the materials store, but at least he looked unrecognizable to Sputnik. Is it a new clerk who has just recently been hired, she smiles and goes on to greet both of them - full score as clerk but don't hesitate to see the status quo - with a cheerful voice.

"Looking for something..."

"Shh."

But it was blocked by nuts.

Sharply put your right toe finger against your own lips and insert your left hand into your chest. What I so used to removing from my inner pocket is a police notebook. Seeing that, the new clerk peeled his eyes off. But the mouth remains closed because of the "quiet" signal on the nut.

The nut whispered to her, in a voice that lurked more than necessary.

"I'm following you. Please help us."

"Ha, yes. Um, employees and customers, safe... evacuation."

"No, not at all. Subject (Marhi) is not currently in possession of any weapons. But it's an important occasion, so keep us a secret."

"Or, maki, yes, I did."

He fades his cheeks and leaves with his head bowed many times as he tries. Sputnik felt a little sympathy for an unnamed rookie clerk, who was shaking his hands at all because of the horror of the unusual, and that wouldn't make him work all day today.

"Abuse of authority"

"I'm not bothering anybody, so it's okay."

When I whined, I came back with those words blatantly.

A little further away, an earlier rookie storekeeper has removed a tank with business detergent and has been flourishing on the floor, but that apparently does not fall within the category of 'nuisance' in her. "Better than that," he repartitioned clutterfully.

"Crewe, you seem to be in some kind of trouble. I don't know what's going on."

You're right if you ask me. She was rigid in front of the register counter. Clerk - This is the face I found out about. A chatty, rumor-loving female clerk - and I stare at the cash plates (cartons) like they're in trouble.

Cash plates.

Sputnik put his hand on his chin and shrugged.

"Amount."

"Huh?"

"Price of ink. Grocery and Materials, it won't be the same."

There must have been a difference of about one piece of copper coin. I don't know what kind of wholesale grocery stores and materials stores rely on when it comes to the arrival of ink, but I remember the sale price was higher for the materials stores. And Sputnik had only given Krew the amount he could buy at the grocery store.

Small, tongue-in-cheek.

"That's creepy."

Sputnik scratched his hair lightly as he could see Krew's eyes were moist in the distance. Game over here?

But when he was about to walk out, he was grabbed by his collar again by his nut. Now before you clog your throat, stop your legs. Before Sputnik said anything, he whispered as if his nuts were stunned.

"Wait. You really don't work your head off."

"So you have a plan?"

After I said it, I thought it was gone. That is tantamount to declaring myself incompetent for not having thought of one single way to open it.

But the nuts didn't blame it. Put your hand in your pocket,

"It's easy. Just let the clerk know what's going on."

When I retrieved the notebook, I wrote something down in a pen there. Peeping in from the back, it says there that Crewe went out to use the product alone for the first time, that the circumstances did not bring it together enough, and that Sputnik will pay for the missing amount later, so he wants me to do it by mistake appropriately. I blurred the part of the situation, probably because of the fold between the shops. I don't have a merchant who feels like it would be cheaper to buy it at the other store, etc.

And when I cut one of those out with cluttered hands, I shrugged, "It wouldn't make sense if you went," and the nut grabbed a quick foot and walked away. And when I broke in between Crewe and the clerk, I gave the clerk a note form.

From between the nuts and the crew who start the conversation, the clerk's gaze only turns to Sputnik for a moment. When he only put his face out of the hidden shelf and made a gesture of apology with one hand gently in front of his face to show it, the clerk smiled as if he were responsible for one stick of prank, winking with pleasure.

And when the clerk packs the example ink in a paper bag as he says something to the two of them, he gives it to Krew with a face that doesn't eat anything. Crewe seemed bewildered at first, but received the paper bag in horror, and also, seeing the clerk smiling, she laughed happily again, like the sun. Thanking him with a cheerful voice, he squeezes the paper bag looking important and walks away with footsteps that are likely to make a small leap.

Push open the door bigger than the jewelry store, using a small body. That's how Sputnik dropped her off on her way home, behind the display shelves, by the counter with the nuts and the clerk, each narrowing her eyes - but.

Immediately after the door closed with a sound of butter, the nuts lifted their eyes instantly. And he comes over here with a rough nose. Where did the gentle smile go earlier, the momentum that just reversed her hair if she was a cat, and what she shouted at him.

"Whose business is bribery and adhesion? Yeah!?

"I wonder if that was different. Ahhh."

Apparently, Crewe remembered the jokes (things) he taught earlier in discipline. What a cute employee.

but now it's better than that. Sputnik decided early to change the spearhead of the story, saying it was time to be strangled and dropped. This is the third time today alone, or when you run away from the hand of a nut trying to grab your neck, you go to the clerk who responded to Crewe earlier.

I took my wallet out of my butt pocket and paid for a piece of copper coin.

"I'm short on this. Thanks for the inconvenience."

"Oh, can't you color it?

"Saving and saving is my motto."

Answer what you don't even have in mind. I said it. She didn't seem to mean it either, and Kerakera laughed and took it.

"Thank you every time. You've never used Crewe alone before."

"Yes, I've been in a lot of trouble and lost my mind, I think I'll sleep well this evening."

"You're just about 90% less crowded. It's too much."

"I don't want Temehe to tell me."

That's when the two of them began to make several rumblings today, the sound of the door creaking. At the same time, the light plugged into the store becomes stronger. Apparently the entrance door was opened from the outside.

A visitor. Welcome, the clerk's voice echoes. But that wasn't a shopper - what showed up was the look of the dog shop the two of them had left outside earlier. When he admitted the two appearances, he pointed his lips in a grumpy manner.

"Terrible - I can't believe we're both leaving one ill person on the street. It's very different from the customer, because she tried to stay with me until my mood healed. I asked you to leave because I was concerned about the stress of the kitten, but that's not something I can do. Compared to that, you are."

'Cause Temehe's stretching out on his own.'

"Crewe is more important than you."

But the duet (duo) showers me with harsh words, and the angry heart of the doghouse shrivels lightly. "Ma, okay," he murmured, laughing as if he'd given up.

"... but if that looks like it, Krew, it seems good to have been able to buy ink safely. So, Mr. Sputnik, what else did you ask for besides ink?

"No. Just ink. There have been a lot of miscalculations, but you managed to make that purchase a success. I took care of you too."

Sputnik shrugged his shoulders and laughed small. I just want to thank you.

The dog shop tilted his neck wonderingly for some reason.

"Uh... well. Then I wonder what. I don't know what's going on."

"Is something wrong? Doghouse."

"No, I didn't."

Words from a poorly toothed doghouse for some reason when they said they showed gratitude. The doghouse frowned at the enquiry of a rushed nut, looking sincerely troubled. And this is what he said in a terrible wonder.

"Crewe came out of the materials store, you were running over there"

And the tip of the raised arm points in the exact opposite direction of the house.

"... is...?

To the canine store's answer, which I had not predicted at all, and to Crewe's behavior, even the words I should have thrown up became question marks and disappeared.

The nut peels off his eyes and stuffs against him. That's what Sputnik wanted to say. I yelled out loud at that.

"Ha!? Why, dog shop!

"Don't ask me! That's why you wondered, did you have something else you asked for, and you went and bought it... you know, it's better than that, you should chase it fast, right? A fuss here won't solve it, and, look."

I snap my neck like I was afraid and run my gaze around. Sputnik also looked around and looked at what was happening from a little further away from the other guests. There was a customer inside who knew his nut face, a case. There's also a mix of whispers about what it is. It's not a spectacle, and when Sputnik caught sight of it, they strayed from sight, but it was just a one-off, and the biggest problem with the status quo in the first place is not an easy one, such as eliminating the sight of the masses.

"We'll take care of the customer here. Fine, go to all three of them as soon as possible. I'm sure you're in trouble, Crewe."

The clerk pinched his mouth. I shake my hand holding an earlier note twice and look straight into Sputnik's eyes. When he said nothing and turned his heel back, he walked out with his big crotch. I can tell by the signs that the nuts and the dog shop will follow.

Hearing the material store clerk's drop-off words on his back, he pushed the door open with one hand at his disposal. It should be noted that the high sunlight is slightly painful in Sputnik's thin eyes of pigment, which also multiplies irritation and agitation. Sputnik asked behind his back after smashing his tongue into his own emotions, which he had no place to do, and which he would not sprinkle with.

"Hey, doghouse. Coo, which way did you go?

"On the left. Then you turn that corner over there, and then"

Run the road according to the instructions of the dog shop. Nevertheless, the dog shop also lost sight of her on the way and even turned back to the materials store - the two people who heard about it yelled "useless" and "stupid dog" and fell off the search squad - repeatedly peeking, looking for and turning back the alley from the way in.

As such, the alley gradually became dark, narrow and thin. When Sputnik's, nutty mind began to wonder if Krew really got lost like this, if he missed it somewhere, or if it wasn't the dog shop's memory -

- Nearby, I heard the girl scream.

(cont 'd)