The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

The beginning of the thing was about ten days ago. - And Krew thinks, because Sputnik was roaring 'it', etc. forward even more than before, it must have actually started earlier. But it was that day that Sputnik told her about it, so the beginning for Krew was still not wrong on that day.

That day, when Crewe returned to the store after a lunch break, a mailman youth had just brought an afternoon flight.

"Oh, hello"

"Hello, I'm in the mail"

Sign and receive the receipt as usual. There were two pieces of mail this time, one white and one cream-colored. The cream colour is bright with floating and foil embellishments, while the white colour is one on the edge, which is as simple as being floated.

And in time, the white one, also looked familiar to Crewe.

"Two."

"Ah."

Drop off the youth on their way to their next delivery destination, then confirm that all received are addressed to 'Sputnik Jewellery Store Owner Master Sputnik' and give them to Sputnik, who is reading a blurry book in the counter.

And Sputnik's expression clouded. That doesn't mean there was a problem dealing with Crewe, it must be because of the mail delivered. And perhaps it was the white of the two that got in his way...

I thought so, but the first thing he opened was the cream color. When you put a paper knife in the end of an envelope closed with a sealing wax (sealing wax), cut quickly and remove the contents, you move your ash eyes busily to read the sentence. Soon after I finished reading, the wrinkles between his brows deepened.

"Um. What's wrong with you, the mail?"

"Yeah? No, well"

Whether it's time to ask or not, I'll call you. and he put his arms together to worry after vaguely saying something about the mold. He seems to be wondering how he spoke.

After a short silence, Sputnik said this as he grabbed another, white-sided envelope.

"I'm going to the Chamber of Commerce soon."

If I said I didn't remember anything about that word, I'd be lying.

Crewe knew that the seal on the white envelope was the seal of the Chamber of Commerce to which the Sputnik jewellery store belonged - the Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber. And the fact that Sputnik roared every time in the mail from the Chamber of Commerce sent here frequently these days, as well as the fact that the visit to the Chamber of Commerce, which had been postponed for a long time, has not yet been exchanged.

So while I replied "is that right" to his words, it was huge that I still wondered. But just because I had predictions, it's not like I can remember anything. Another few days, I felt weird about having to leave a message on my own - though.

That thought of Crewe was to be immediately dispelled by his continued words.

"I just wanted to take you with me this time."

"... Huh?

I didn't expect it. Besides, I raised my barbaric voice.

What the hell kind of blow? Unexpectedly, listen back.

"Me too, is it?

"Ah. Leave the store for a few days.... For once, you're not registered as an employee, but you never officially took me to the Chamber of Commerce, were you? I thought I'd show you my face and give you some guidance."

"Yes, I'll go. I want to go."

I thought, "But..."

I responded with momentum, but Sputnik continues emphasizing the paradox. Shaking a cream-colored envelope, he said this to Crewe.

"Here, a response from the inn. I asked about the availability on the day I was due, and they said there's only one room available for the single. The twine says I can prepare it, but... it's not good."

"Oh, uh, uh"

It was easy to imagine that the words that followed were uninteresting to Krew. That's why I block it and convey hope again.

"Yes, I want to go. Please take me."

"Are you listening to people? I can't get my room ready."

"You can have two rooms. Shh. Good morning and good night, me and you."

"I don't need it."

"Uh, and I'll give you an arm pillow, too."

"I don't need it anymore."

I meant to convey my utmost sincerity. That, however, was truncated in just one word. My cheeks swell about the current state of hopelessness - then again, I remember one thing.

"I mean, you used to sleep in the same room as me, Mr. Sputnik."

I'm talking about when Crewe still couldn't even do one of the things around him himself when he just 'hired' me, but I did sleep in the same room as him back then. He stayed all night next to Crewe, frightened by night darkness and his own memories.

"Of course, I think there's privacy and all that, so if you can get two rooms, maybe you've never been over it, but if you don't have any other hands, I don't think so."

"Uh-huh."

Seeing him roar, he had that notion in him, too. It's not very good for emotional education, etc. I've been thinking about it for a while whining about it, but I couldn't seem to think of any other good ideas. When I stopped talking to myself, I exhaled a deep and long sigh.

"... early in the morning"

In a low voice, I told him to whine.

Suddenly I fell in love with it for a moment, but it is clear to whom it was directed. As soon as Crewe returned to me, he shook his head vertically again and again.

"I'll go to bed early the night before. And wake up a lot."

"The carriage's gonna hurt your ass."

"I'll take the fuzziest cushion."

And, Sputnik, droops his neck, as he perceived. "I had no choice," he muttered, scratching his head gently behind him, raising his face. And finally, open a letter from the Chamber of Commerce.

I glanced through it and then literally turned to Klu, and I said:

"The person in charge of administration attached a commitment ten afternoons later. The departure will be in the early morning ten days later. - Get dressed, pennies, and everything else."

At that moment, it seemed as if the world had become brighter.

It's been a long time since I've been away. How much snacks shall I prepare, will one lunch be enough, no, what better way to dress than that? I'm going to the Chamber of Commerce, so I have to ask him in unashamed clothing as his employee, but will he float even if he doesn't stretch too far? I'll be at the clothes store, shoe store and hat shop soon, and then I'll be in the library with a book of manners. And then look at the city's features and attractions. A lot to do doesn't stop springing like a fountain in Crewe's heart with exhilaration. Oh, let's start with what!

"Coo. Any reply?

I see Sputnik in front of me all the time. He was grinning bitterly at her floating. He's a guy with no specifications, but maybe he thought.

But still, I can't hold back the feeling of standing up.

Crewe responded well when he looked straight at his employer with his broken cheeks.

"Ha!"

Believe me, I didn't doubt it would be a pleasant journey.

- At this time.