The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Flatten the lasagna, then finish eating one piece of jelly as a dessert.

When he finished brushing his teeth thoroughly, Krew visited Sputnik's room again with a stuffed animal and his own study tools - the book "First Blame" previously borrowed from Sputnik.

"Sorry to bother you."

Say hello and open unlocked doors. All the crates and books in the hallway have been cleaned up beautifully, and the closet has been tightly closed. There's no sign of Sputnik either, but where is he? It doesn't seem like a surprise imitation to hide in a closet.

Then where? Looking around, I noticed that the deepest door was just a little open. Sputnik study room and bedroom.

When I looked inside, he was lying in bed and reading something. I thought it was a book, but it's not, a few pieces of paper with folds, and a note on the pillow. I have it in my hand. It looks like a letter.

He accidentally turned to me as I read the sentence (fumi) with no expression relying on the pillow lights. When I look at Krew, I get up and say, "Oh, here we are."

"It's not good!

Crewe didn't allow it. A shout. I don't know if he was pushed by the momentum, or if he followed the word, but he stopped himself from staying awake.

In that gap Krew rushes over, putting the stuffed animal and the book on the bed and then climbing onto the bed himself. And as he fell asleep beside Sputnik, he put his head on his arm and said it again with his cheek against his shoulder.

"If you spare your life, it won't be good."

It's that novel dialogue that Crewe likes the most right now. That's what the enemy said when the main character was hunted down by the enemy. Sputnik should have known about that too - but.

"Wow."

He said as he picked Crewe's nose, pulling gently.

"What language do you use against your employer? Punishment."

"Mm-hmm."

This guy with bad behavior scolded me uncommonly and truthfully.

He doesn't seem to be seriously scolding me though, and he laughs disgustingly when he sees Fu groaning Crewe. When I apologized "sorry" with my nose still, he immediately let go of my hand.

But soon after that, Crewe panicked as Sputnik tried to get up with her down. I'm not going to throw up the same words in front of you, embarrassed by the language - but there's nothing else I want to say. Grab the arm you had on your pillow and resist letting go.

"Ugh, uh-oh, uh-oh"

"I'm not going anywhere. If you're going to sleep here, put on a futon."

but he seems to have had a different purpose. Waking up his half body grabbed a folded duvet at his feet and hung it on his crew. Then he releases Crewe's stuffed animal and book onto her chest all the time, then takes the note he threw out to bed to pick her nose.

I was only irritated for a moment about the love text from which woman, but at the end of the note I saw the signature "Yuki (Manager of Sputnik Jewellery Store), First Business Administration Division, Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber Division". Title that's going to bite your tongue if you try to say it in one breath. And its name.

I've never met him, but I knew him. He is an official in charge of the affairs, brokerage, etc. of the Sputnik jewellery store at the Chamber of Commerce. When I asked Sputnik what he was like before, he laughed vaguely and said only "Sugewoman". I don't know what's 'awesome' because he didn't tell me any more.

Put it on and pay it off.

Sputnik, who apparently noticed Krew's gaze, murmured, possibly pointing to the letter.

I don't know if I'd translate it too much like it was shattered, but I'm sure it's not very different. In fact, beyond from the magic girl's arrival, he had not yet visited the Chamber of Commerce branch once.

However, Sputnik's tone is mild when it comes to being so. Is it okay that way, or is there any trouble with the person in charge of administration? I frown, but he doesn't seem to be worried about the other guy at all. When I let the letter go into the bed's palace and leaned back, I took a deep sigh.

"But ah, not at all. If it were true, it would have been a softer, more inviting woman everywhere sleeping beside me by now. Why are you sleeping with me like this?"

"What is it, the grass?"

Put the opposite arm to your own eyes from being pillowed on by Crewe, and mourn so. With fright and jealousy, Crewe's cheeks swelled naturally.

"I'm soft, too. My chest is... not yet, not yet... but rather cheeky! Look, look, what do you say? Rather! Enjoy yourself as much as you like!

"Ah, hi. That's right. That's right. That's right. - I was wrong.

Take Sputnik's hand away and make him touch his cheek. And, along with words like I gave up something, the prominent fingers of the verse gently picked Crewe's cheek. I just need to know.

Hmm, and to Krew, who snorts roughly, Sputnik sighs again, for a long time. Then I laughed like I was out of my mind.

"For that matter, it looks like you're back on track."

"How you doing?"

"You saw the dog shop daughter and thought about your own parents, didn't you?

Ha, and look back into Sputnik's eyes.

I didn't think it belonged to someone who had been buying and moaning women earlier, I had sincere eyes. And Krew, I think, is sloppy. Pretend you don't know anything about people, and they're all prospective. This one says it's just something I don't even know about myself.

Turning away from the ashes that seemed to spot him to the back of his mind, Crewe held a strong stuffed animal. But that's not enough, and I cheek hard on the side of Sputnik. An arm hand on her pillow stroked her head behind her as if to comfort her.

"Ku is... Ku's, your father and mother are"

"Yeah."

"Where are you?"

"Sa, na."

Vague answers. Naturally, there's no way he'd know that.

The hand I stroke was gentle, so I really wanted to make a weak noise.

"Was he a kid who didn't need cu because cu is a weird kid"

If that's the case, I have to thank your parents.

"Thank you?"

I wonder what the hell he can thank his parents for dumping the young crew.

Crewe's head doesn't really connect with the reason there, I repeat. and Sputnik looked at her with only a slight movement of her neck while lying on her back.

And I told him that, quite naturally.

"If your parents hadn't dumped you, I couldn't have hired you"

- It is.

The words fell on Ston, and on her belly, as if it were a piece of the right puzzle, fitted without any fault at all.

"That, too, is true"

"Right?

He laughed, often with a smile, at Crewe, who agreed with his surprised, flipped voice.

I thought about my parents and wondered why they abandoned themselves, but I never thought about that. But if you ask me, it is. There is now because they let go of Crewe for some reason. In the city of Riafiat, a present where you can learn and know a lot. Now you can sit next to Sputnik and laugh.

"I don't know if maybe my parents would have earned a better job. After a while, I don't know if you were in a position to stop working."

"No."

In a position where you don't have to work, is it some princess or a lady? I don't admire that either, but Crewe shook his head.

"I like it here. That's why I like it here."

"Right. Well, a better employer than me wouldn't look anywhere on this continent."

"I don't know about that."

There will be a lot of people in the world who are nice and caring about their employees, good employers, etc. But it's a workplace without Sputnik, and at least it's not the job place that Krew wants right now. So this is the best place for me right now.... No, if you say greed - his daughter-in-law, too, a place of employment.

And inspired by that fantasy, it depicts a slightly grown self. He's taller now, his chest is swollen, his face is grown up, and then, on his arm.... Shortly after I realized what I held in my arms in my delusions, I felt terrible embarrassment for myself. Dark-haired, grey-eyed baby sleeping peacefully, that's, that's not true! - I'd love to, though!

"Su, what kind of person is Mr. Sputnik's father and mother?

I want to scratch off my delusional self and ask something else. He just gave the look that he wasn't expecting such a question to fly in.

Me?

Hmm, roaring and looking up at the ceiling.

After a short silence, he spoke out in a pompous manner.

"I'm a royal fallout in the North."

"La?

"Briefly, about the child the king made his mistress give birth to. But when my age crossed twelve, they were going to kill me for fear that they would soon become a threat to the royal family, knowing my existence to my rightful wife and her son's heir to the throne. So, I ran over here all by myself. The jeweler's chairman, Mr. Kruelol, picked me up on the way over a harsh voyage and managed to get there, but without an edge."

In the past of his first employer to hear, Crewe accidentally peeled off his eyes.

I couldn't believe it in Russia, but I also feel convinced that this arrogant character of this man belongs to the King's blood so (Yuen) he behaves like a natural stand-up. Now Sputnik is perfect for both appearance and prince, and his head spins fast. The personality that can bring in women immediately would also be so when it comes to attracting people. My qualities as a ruler were adequate.

Imagine him wrapping around the Prince's costume that you previously saw in the book's illustrations. Glittering crown over the head, pumpkin swollen trousers, white tights and white horses. - Looks good, maybe.

opened his eyes all the time, Crewe said.

"Mr. Sputnik, my prince!

"That's right. I'm not the kind of bloodsucker who sleeps with you."

"Ha ha."

"Well, that's a lie."

All of a sudden, this person in front of me seemed uninterrupted and lonely, but soon afterwards it became so obvious that my mind couldn't catch up.

To a confusing crew, he was laughing again.

"I've never been to the North."

"Messing with"

In the end it would mean they played again. Learn to be irritated by nigga and crooked cheeks and point your lips at them. - But Crewe felt like he saw something like majesty somewhere in his bottom-like look.

That's probably because of the 'lie' I heard earlier, though.