The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

The next morning.

Crewe woke up with his head hitting the wall hard as he hit the turnaround.

"... good morning"

After thoroughly wandering around on the bed, he rises with his hands on the seeping forehead of stinging pain. One big stretch - I finally realized that's not the same room I'm used to seeing there. I'm confused for a moment, but I immediately recall that I had him stay in Sputnik's room last night. The fact that you lay me down until I fell asleep also brought me back to my memory, nature and cheeks loose.

But there's no sign of him in the bedroom. I don't know where the hell he's been - I look around for a while, but I don't see him, I just found one note instead. It was placed next to a pillow. Take that away. It weighs slightly to be just paper. What was said there in the familiar handwriting was a very terminal word.

"When you wake up, lock up."

When I turned it over, there was a weight cause, one key affixed to it. It would be the key to the entrance to Sputnik's room. Because there are no scratches and I get a newer impression of what I usually wear on my hips, perhaps, it's a key.

And next to the note, two books and. Then, and sitting back a bit, a whole bunny stuffed animal.

"Good morning..."

And say hello, I realize. The stuffed animal stuck his arms forward and held a white cloth folded in his hand. From where the center is swollen, it looks like something is wrapped inside.

When I received it and opened the cloth, it contained one blue and one yellow gem at a time. Maybe Crewe spit it out while he was asleep. So I'm sure Sputnik picked it up and let him hold it before he left the room. It's a prank that's neither poisonous nor medicinal.

Crewe pockets a jeweled cloth and a key, gets out of bed when he gets the stuffed animal and the book - sprinkles and stops again. Once I put the lifted one down and pulled the duvet tucked away at the edge of the bed, I hugged it.

"Mr. Sputnik's, mum"

Pull your cheeks down and lower your eyelids. I felt the warmth of a thoughtful person in the soft feeling of touching.

My head gradually tilts. I was about to fall asleep again as it was, and I panicked and opened my eyes. White lights plug in from the gap in the curtain. I don't know the exact time because I don't see a clock, but I'm pretty sure I can't relax.

Crewe got out of bed with a set when he shrugged his mind to spare him wanting to stay here for a while longer.

Wear slippers, exit the bedroom, walk down the hallway and follow Sputnik's room. Don't forget to lock it with the key you brought out, then when you came to your room, you threw the gem into the cleaner and got up to speed, pushed some bread into your mouth and forced it to chew, grabbed the mag you poured orange juice into and left the room.

Run down the stairs, take one deep breath, and open the door leading to the store. At the same time, I greeted him well.

"Good morning and good night"

And if you look around, you see the shopkeeper reading something with one hand of medium coffee in the counter, round his back. It was like a booklet, much smaller today for a newspaper, even though it was often the newspaper that was open. I wonder what it is.

When he looked at Krew on the side, he greeted him in the morning, "Ahhh," as though he was being daunting.

"Are you awake?"

"I'm up. Good morning. Why won't you wake me up?"

key and raise a voice of protest as he presses the washed gem.

I opened the clock in my room and was not surprised when I found out I was finally opening time. Besides, it would have been the beginning of a very, very happy day if you'd done something like that to me that would softly rock me to sleep next door. - The evil imagination is stubbornly hidden, swelling cheeks, and staring.

But Sputnik dropped his eyes on the booklet again, like he didn't mean to.

"Don't worry, he's not here yet."

"I care. I panicked when I looked at the clock."

"How about that? I slept on the stupid side like 'I'm an asshole'. If I get bitten by my hand trying to wake you up, I won't even be in the shade."

"No, I won't do that."

I answer that, but I don't know for myself about the time I slept. Did you read her upset or Sputnik laughs at Niyaniya and says "I don't know if it's true" etc.

"Well, more than that, what are you reading? Are you studying baby rings, show me too"

"No. This is..."

"Medical books?

For a moment I asked, it looked like Sputnik pulled it off and tried to hide it. So I wondered if it would be more inconvenient or (how about) my boyfriend, but if I opened the lid, it would be a very normal academic book. But why is he reading something like this in the morning? You have plans for a new job? No way.

Seeing him in wonder, Sputnik was often on his face. And it answers her question, but it was something very obscure and inferior to say it was still him.

"It's useful to know. You know, birth control."

"Hinah."

Intense disgust and heat like blood refluxing all over her body attacked her at the same time. Then comes the anger that it is still like that and the regret that I should not have asked. Couldn't run out of frustration, and Krew turned his back to show him in action.

- and.

"Coo."

Called his name, he moves only his neck to see the unacceptable Sputnik. He was making a call for us. I don't know what it is, but come here, I guess.

In a low voice, ask.

"What is it"

"Fine."

Suspiciously, he approached, and Xu (Momouro) raised his hand in front of him.

Seeing that reminds me of yesterday all the time. It was when he told me to come because I would stroke him to the reward. When I stopped by with pleasure, I took one shot at my forehead, a sharp attack.

I was deluded using that book I love then, but not this time. Whatever it is, I am angry right now.

During business hours but it doesn't matter, if they do that again today, I'll yell at you. I leave my belly in a grumpy mood and decide to do that.

Although.

He didn't do that. When I gently put my hand on Crewe's head, he slowly stroked me a few times with his hand.

While clapping out, narrow your eyes on the comfort of your hair combing hands.

When he stroked Crewe's hair thoroughly, he slapped him gently twice, then let go of his hand. Unfortunately - more than that, I wondered. There's no particular reason for praise, and he's not the kind of person who tries to get in her mood for no reason. What the hell kind of blow would that be?

"What's wrong with you? Suddenly."

"Nothing"

Turning away and laughing in a nitwit, he said so with a mouthful that seemed not to have 'anything'. And

"I just thought you were just a kid."

"Mmm."

It's not a child, I wanted to tell you. But where he protested so, I'm sure he'll manipulate the vocabulary with that and this and line up the reasons why Crewe is still a 'child'. - You just dyed yourself a lot, too.

It was only because he knew it that Crewe decided to stop arguing and get on with his point. Tilt the juice mag all at once and drink it up in the back of your belly along with the spitting complaints. Then, once and for all, when I let him snort roughly, I told him this.

"That's right. I'm just a kid. That's why I have to adore you."

And, Sputnik, did you not expect such a reply? He pulled in a laugh, lost his words, and blinked as if he had been poked at the intention. Crewe smiles at the joy of taking one.

But his surprise didn't last that long. As soon as I get back on track, I make a circle with my finger and thumb, sticking it out in front of Crewe,

"Don't reopen it, kid."

"Ha Ugh."

My fingers hit her forehead hard, and I heard a noise, pussy.

Before I knew it, my cheeks swell. Wave your arms against violence, against violence and the allegations of dissatisfaction, but was that funny too, Sputnik just laughs at Niyaniya. I'm sure this guy is all about making himself a little fool and pissing himself off, putting his creativity and heart into it.... I know by reason that it's not, and even if I know it again, seeing all this stuff about him really makes me think so.

Oh, I want to make this guy say goodbye somehow! I thought from the bottom of my heart to impatient dissatisfaction, just then.

- Karan, Karan.

There was a doorbell. I'm the first customer of the day.

Noticing the visitor, Crewe turns away from Sputnik and sees the entrance door. For that moment, I felt like he was laughing with rare but gentle eyes, but I'm sure something like that was my fault, or else it's an illusion. There is no way this man can turn such a full expression to me without meaning.

Stop worrying about the bareback manager. Now we have to think about our customers.

She then switched her head and breathed louder as she looked out for the door.

I made a flowery smile and greeted her like a billboard girl.

"Welcome to the Sputnik Jewelry Store!

And also, the day begins.

Shit.