The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Fun trip.

It didn't take as long before I realized that the perception was a mistake.

"Ooh. You're back."

"Ugh..."

The voice of the employer heard along with the sound of the door opening in the room. But disrespectfully, Crewe was full of little groans.

- I left Riafiat City by carriage and reached the desired city when the sky turned sufficiently red. The city of Finetica, where Crewe and Sputnik arrived, is a city about half a day by carriage, southwest of Lucar Avenue from Liafiat City. It is a city of specialties with a large out-of-town zoo and fruit-processed confectionery, and, above all, it is also a city with branches of the Crewl Jewellery Chamber.

Where Sputnik had originally said as an appointment, it was an arithmetic to arrive in the city around noon, but it was nothing else that was significantly slower to this point.

"Ugh... yeah yeah"

"Are you still dead?"

A seeping voice of bitter laughter. Crewe still couldn't return the words.

Because something hot was creeping up from the back of my throat, as if I had taken the opportunity to open my mouth and spew out the sound. But only this time, it's coming up. It's not like her 'physique' - it's not like a gem.

When I first traveled through the city I was used to living in, I did feel full of fun. It's been a long time since I've ridden a carriage, the view past the outside, the wind stroking my cheeks, the noisy sound of the wheels going around. Sputnik and the space alone, combined with the shock transmitted from the soft cushions, made his chest squeal unusually.

But it didn't last long either, and the twitching eroded Crewe's physical condition. My cheeks get hot and dizzy, and I can't go with my thoughts on my vision. It was already late when Crewe thought he was out of shape, and his chest, which should have initially beeped, refluxed the contents along with the heat of boiling around. Carriage sickness.

The time of arrival was much slower than originally planned, due to the fact that he made your man pull over many times on the road and came with a break.

"It will be easier soon if you lie down. That's all I said," Go to bed early, "because I'm up late."

Sputnik's voice reaches Krew's ear as he rounds his body on the bed and sticks his face into the washer. Something touched her back at the same time slowly stroked her to calm down.

Before I settled, when I was traveling about him, I never had a carriage sickness or anything like that.

"Sputnik,"

"What's up?"

"Mindless, it is. Coo is weak and... ugh."

"If the environment changes, so will your physique. You're alarmed."

"Back in the day, I fell on the floor, stomped rice, ate it, didn't make my stomach ache, about, strong, to... dinner... ahhh"

"Enough. Stop masturbating and shut up."

My stomach moves in response to words and I feel nauseous again. But the inside seemed empty, and there was nothing to come out. Not even a drop of gastric juice comes up.

I rinse my mouth with water and when I spit it out in the sink, I lay still on the bed. For a while, I was exhaling rough breaths, but I eventually calmed down naturally, either because of my rubbing hands or simply because of the unwavering room.

Raise your head from the unfamiliar pillow, move your neck and turn towards Sputnik. I tried to answer a voice asking if you were okay - I noticed.

"That."

Sputnik, standing there, was a little different from him, whom he was accustomed to seeing.

"When?"

"While you're gelling. You can't go to a boulder chamber of commerce with the right hair and the usual ruffled shirt."

Sputnik, who says so, wore a suit that seemed rare but of good quality.

The three assorted dark ash (charcoal grey) suits were well suited to all-back neat dark hair and ash eyes. And a blue tie to the red tea leather shoe that goes well with it. A silver pin is fastened to the left collar (lapel). Designed with silver chains connecting the two crests, one was a jewellery chamber crest that I saw often in the mail, but what would the other be? It also seemed like I'd seen it somewhere, but I can't really remember.

But it wasn't just because of memory. Now Krew is restless in his head. My cheeks are hot as if they were broiled in a fire, and they don't crease to fit like I'm out of acid. But that's also something we can't help.

This man makes it, no matter what his personality is, only his appearance is perfect. Unbuttoning his jacket subtly and sitting on the bed, his figure is more picturesque than any famous painting, and his sigh leaks. I can't believe I can walk the city alongside him like this. What a luxury to have such a lovely introduction as his only employee!

Yeah, I knew I should have bought that grown-up piece that was decorated at the store end of the garment store, even if I was forced to do just a little bit. Sure, the clerk was right, those clothes might have been 'slightly' loose for me to wear, but a 'little' stuffing would have just made it better. Even then I might have been able to catch some of it with him - a lot of thoughts go around, though.

Her beautiful employer wiped out Crewe's such happy regrets in the worst possible way. He told her this without even looking at her, checking the sleeves (cufflinks) of his jacket.

"You leave a message here."

And I said, "Huh?" and his voice leaked.

One blink. And understanding the meaning of the word, Crewe roughed up his stubborn voice.

"I'm here because of you!

"That's what I was going to take you for at first. That's all I need to be guessing about."

But what I want to be returned is something cold. Sputnik glared at her as she wore white gloves on her left hand with her right hand.

"Whatever the store is, it wouldn't have accumulated if it had been rough in the Chamber of Commerce reception room. It concerns my reputation."

"And I won't. I won't be rude!

"I wonder. It's hard to talk about. It's like rowing a boat."

"That's not true."

I won't, and I drank the word because I realized I was in good health. Not as much as he thinks, but there have been times when he has been rocked by a carriage for a long time, he has been vomiting prolonged, and a little, certainly just a little, just a little, tired. In this state, in a reassuring place next to him, difficult stories that Krew doesn't understand come through, even more so if on the spot, there's no such thing as air conditioning to the extent that sleep deserves.

"... you know, when I get sleepy, I'll close my eyes and pretend I'm thinking..."

"Leave a message."

I had intended to offer the best possible compromise, but it was truncated in a nutshell.

"You go to sleep. Don't you have a fever?"

My left hand is turned behind Crewe's neck. He was touched behind his ear, and he said "Huh" again. I don't know how he took that heat, but when I thought about something for a while, I let go of my hand, and also put white gloves in that hand.

I stand up from the bed and say as I close the jacket.

"I'll pick you up when I'm done, then we'll go out for dinner. Sleep tight until then and heal your stomach."

"Ugh..."

Cover your face with a futon for your own impudence. Then the words that came out with my mouth were meant to be illuminated, and I didn't really spit that out of my heart.

"Oh, I'm not just saying that I don't want to interrupt a meeting with a beautiful woman from the Chamber of Commerce. That's not why I don't want to take you anymore."

- But.

Hearing the words, his hand stopped perfectly as he was fixing the collar of his jacket.

Temporary, silent.

Eventually Sputnik takes up the bag at his feet and moves away from the bed with his early feet. And when I grabbed the knob, without looking back at her, I spoke quickly, and told her.

"Go, go, go."

"Mr. Sputnik!

Apparently, he had a star on him. He shouts his name, but without looking back, he leaves the room with Crewe.

In a quiet room left alone, the mundane and angry. He is the Lord with no bare lines at all! Though he knew it wouldn't arrive at those places, Crewe swelled his cheeks to the fullest, and he finally turned to the door he left.

"Mr. Sputnik's, silly"