The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

He said it was still the presence of the example breeding cat Lily that inspired the two to be tied together.

How does Sputnik know that Eli went to his working store to ask about the cat's physical condition and breeding and became attracted to each other during several meetings there - because he was being heard from both of them during the creation of the engagement ring, the naturalization greeting, and also the wedding ring. The exact same story, three times.

Crewe, who likes romantic stories like that, listened with his eyes shining every time, but as for Sputnik, I'm still tired of speaking of work. By the third time, he had imposed a tie (rule) on himself to establish a conversation with only three types of responses: "Ha," "He," "Ho," so much so that he had listened with a sense of game.

- Passed to the guest room, he recommended a sofa for two and lowered his hips with Krew. The couple sat on the couch across the street from each other across the table.

"So long," the doghouse says to divide up. but as for Sputnik, whatever Krew is, I'm sorry to hear that story again. leading must-win and, as slightly subjected to his words,

"Before we start talking, let's start with this one."

Say it. What Sputnik put on the table was a white box. It's a bundle of jelly I got tailored to at the coffee shop earlier. The light warm envelope placed on it holds a number of vouchers.

Sputnik pushed it gently across from the couple's seat.

"If you don't mind, I'll take care of it. It's a whisper, but it's a celebration from us."

"May I? It's such a big deal."

"Of course. I'd be happy to laugh at you."

The couple grinned as they looked at each other. On behalf of, the doghouse attracts it.

"Then don't hesitate to take it. Thank you very much."

"Terrible."

"Um, uh"

And, trying to crack their conversation, Crewe raised his hand energetically.

"What's up, Coo"

"Um, I'm celebrating this, too. Uh, what do you say? Please."

Crewe, imitating Sputnik, offered the equally bowed cat jab on the table. That's the one I held on to until I got here.

The couple narrowed their eyes not only to say that it was also a precious item that she had placed.

"Thanks, I'm sure Lily would love that."

"Nha."

Then you realized you had been called, and Lily, who was squatting at the feet of her husband (Eli), woke herself up.

I look around a little bit and eventually I see Crewe and I walk up to her. Then when I stood up with my hind leg, I pulled Crewe's skirt with my forefoot nails. Probably saying "play with me".

But Crewe has a troubled face.

"Lily, I can't right now, I'm sorry. I'm here for work today. Hey, sorry."

"Nyaa."

Lily rang and ran away with her back to them. Disappear into the hallway.

But it's still a cat there, he didn't understand Crewe's words correctly. Lily immediately, now when she dared to come back with her toy, dropped it at Krew's feet and rang again, "This will do," she said. I show my stomach and roll over to bed on the spot. Pose of fully standing.

As troubled as Crewe was, he called the cat's name.

"Lily......"

"Coo. Just play with him."

I don't know how. Sighingly, Sputnik said.

Crewe saw Sputnik all the time. but I won't wait for her reply. He's a guy with no specifications, he goes on to say.

"As cats care about you, you care about cats, too, don't you? With the cat distracting me. I don't think we can have a decent discussion. If you need me, I'll call you every time, so go. - I'm sorry, but can I borrow your cat for a second?"

"Yeah, I was just about to ask you, too. I'm sorry, Crewe, but I was wondering if you could play with Lily. Lily, it's been a long time since I've seen Crewe and I think he's getting excited."

Listening to Eli's "Please," Crewe turns to Sputnik again. From the look on his face, it was clear what he wanted to say - so he would take the cat trap she had brought from the table and give it to him. And

"It's an employer's order. Go on."

"... Yikes!

Crewe looked at Lily at her feet as she received the cat jab and nodded vigorously.

They guessed they'd play. Lily looks back to invite her as she runs to the door that leads into the hallway. "Okay, I'm coming," Krew saluted with a serious look he wanted, picking up a toy that fell at his feet and chasing after the cat, leaving it open, all aligned out the door and out into the hallway.

Eventually, when its chestnut color disappeared from the room, a natural and long sigh leaked from Sputnik's belly. Was it good or bad to bring in that energetic weather employee?

Whatever it is, I turn first to the couple that they should apologize for their disrespect. but sooner than he said anything, the doghouse looked down the hallway and laughed in a good mood.

"You're cute. My daughter would love to grow up to be such a healthy kid."

"Right. He's kind, compassionate, and responsible. I wish you'd be like Crewe."

"... it's gonna take a lot of work, that deal."

The two mindless smiles changed the language to say. I get caught and laugh bitterly.

"Just one end (full) of mouth and attitude, not at all"

"Oh, it's not a cute platter yet. Girls are gonna grow up soon, aren't they? If I thought I was just a kid, I might suddenly be told, 'There's someone I want you to meet'. Maybe even mention 'Mr. Sputnik, please marry me'. Either way, you better get your mind ready."

teasing Eli's words. But it's hard to imagine that Crewe is still a kid who doesn't even seem to know he's in love, even if he tells me that's his boyfriend's proposal.

So Sputnik abstained from expanding that topic any further by clapping his shoulders just to surrender. It's not like there's an infinite amount of time, there's an 'appointment' after this.

"What do you think? - Well, can I talk to you about your work?

"Oh, yeah."

"Well, thank you."

Sputnik opened his bag after giving thanks to the couple who bowed their heads across the street.

Take out some paperwork and give it to the two of you. It is a booklet (brochure) that briefly describes their desired ornaments, baby rings.

The light mouth is sealed. Switch your head to business and start explaining.

"Baby Ring is the 'first ornament' for a child, which has many implications, but is basically 'what parents give their children in prayer for their happiness'. Sometimes it's given to the mother as a birthday celebration, but that's a different story from this one."

"You know, Mr. Sputnik."

Unexpectedly called his name, he cuts the words.

"What the hell, dog shop?"

"I'm sorry, no offense, but let me say one thing. It's disgusting that you're seriously talking about your job."

"It's a piece of bad faith."

The same thing was said during the creation of the wedding ring. Clients are often praised for "looking nice to punch into work" - sometimes they stick it in there and buy a lot of it - but it doesn't seem to him.

Ellie says, "Hey, already," she gets a husband. I didn't know what she thought of herself from the way she smiled bitterly, but this doesn't matter. It doesn't make sense where I got more impressions on my doghouse daughter-in-law as a merchant and also as a guardian of Crewe.

One cough. "I'll get back to you," he apologized again. "Sorry, sorry," he said.

"Well, there are many different uses for baby rings, but how do you two intend to use them"

"Oh?... isn't the baby ring that kid's ring? What's the use?"

"No. I'll tell you when I give it to you, but I would ask you to avoid that the baby ring remains basic and fitted to your child."

"Why?"

I don't think he's using his head for some kind of fallen in love question at the dog shop. When I looked at Eli, she noticed if this one should be called a boulder mother or why.

Sputnik shows his left hand wide for the kennel shop, with his right hand he shows his left hand pharmacopoeia and answers.

"You don't usually wear a ring."

"Huh? Ah."

He doesn't wear a ring. When tailoring a wedding ring, I remember saying that it was difficult for me to wear a ring professionally. She told me somewhere she seemed lonely that all she could do was save it in the case and look back at it from time to time at home, and Ellie, who also hears it - although she said she had no choice but to say it in her mouth - laughed sadly somewhere.

But for Sputnik, who has been a jeweler for a long time, such a customer was not uncommon. So when he handed over his wedding ring, he put on a chain of platinum, a service. If you can't do it on your finger, you can lift it from your neck and keep it in your clothes. I also remember saying, "Use your head a little. This stupid dog" or something, but I forgot exactly what words you said. Though I still remember the pleasure of both of them at that time.

Anyway. In the light of those own circumstances, the dog shop immediately comes to mind.

The reason he's having a hard time wearing a ring. That's because his profession is' pet shop clerk '.

"Accidental drinking."

The doghouse just nodded that the point had been made.

In the unlikely event that the ring comes off at work and even puts it in the animal's mouth, it will be the animals' lives. Well put, cautious, and badly cowardly, he was so concerned that he did not do himself a good job of wearing a ring.

I could also say the same thing about letting the baby ring fit into the baby. Safely spitting out jewels and ornaments that I've stuffed in the back of my throat - for humans of normal physique - is hard to do.

"Yes. Kids can put anything in their mouths. Then, because the baby grows quickly, finger growth may be inhibited if left in place"

"So what are we going to do? What's a baby ring?"

"That's what makes people different. Wear it as a necklace by the mother, or save it until the child is an adult and give it to her. And then some of you gave it to your daughter when she married her."

"As long as it takes."

And when Ellie nodded deeply.

- Really abrupt without a foretaste, I heard a voice.

It also resembles the sound of a cat, depending on what you hear, but it certainly belongs to a person. Sputnik was unfamiliar with listening. Suddenly he was confused by it for a moment, but it should still be said, the doghouse and Eli didn't move so much. I hear it coming through a lot where I was in the other room. That - the crying of the baby.

"Oh, you're awake. I'm sorry, Mr. Sputnik, if you'll excuse me for a moment."

"Go ahead."

It makes me feel like I reaffirmed to her appearance that I had not made the wrong choice in deciding to open a visit.

As he blurted out behind Eli as he walked out into the hallway, the doghouse looked over at him. Point at his wife's back, somewhere proud, and tell Sputnik.

"That's my wife."

Now what?

"I know."

"Isn't she cute?"

When I answered, I fell in love without putting my hair down. It's something you can often say without being shy about that.

I don't want them to talk about their memories again. When I thought so and didn't answer, the doghouse shrugged. With dreamy, far-sighted eyes again somewhere.

"No, but family's good."

"Ha. Left."

It's too 'irrelevant' for Sputnik, and it really makes it the right answer. But all that was fine, the dog shop continued to shake his shoulders left and right looking in a good mood.

"I have a sister, but I still have a different virtue in saying where I should protect myself. What about you? Fine. Family is great. You want to have a location, or you want to accompany a woman (one)? Isn't Mr. Sputnik here?"

Asked, Sputnik tilted his neck.

Because he doesn't have much of a desire to marry. Not that I've thought about it at all, but a lot of thoughts swirl at the bottom of my belly, and as a result, I can't imagine a picture of myself standing as someone else's partner. The thought of not playing enough yet, the thought of having fun at work, and then - before what happens to me, the determination to do it first by fulfilling the example 'promise'.

And all that comes to mind at the same time is the appearance of just one girl -

and.

"Oh."

The dog shop grinned and turned to Eli's departure earlier.

I wonder if Eli is back, and Sputnik looks at you too. But it was someone else who was standing there. The girl that was just floating in Sputnik's head - the look of Crewe.

But why? Her eyes had no power, her cheeks were bloody, and she was blue and white. She said she looked fine herself when she popped out of the room. Though not so much, it seems that the mind is not here.

"Coo."

When I called my name, my blurred eyes returned to much more focus. But when Sputnik realizes he's looking at himself, he steps back, frightened. What the hell is wrong with you, I don't remember making any bad remarks - did you see anything outside the room? Or were you surprised by the cries of the baby?

But I don't feel it's a good idea to overreact, so I just talk casually.

"Have you had enough cats?"

"Ah... yes"

"Then sit down. 'Cause I'm gonna keep talking."

Saying, she managed to say yes and sat next to Sputnik just like earlier. Your hands are placed on your knees and your gaze remains dropped at hand. If it was my usual girlfriend, I would mix gestures with "cute," "fun," etc. about the cat I played with and make noise, but I don't do that either.

However, it is also incorrect to worry about employees first and foremost with customers. Now when I decided on my mind to try not to worry about it as much as possible, and I took a piece of material on the table - and I saw the letters in that material.

Unwittingly.

I thought I figured out why she was sad.

(cont 'd)