The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

I felt something slip off my palm, and Crewe woke up much more.

In a hurry, re-grip something you almost let go. Soft it was the right arm of a ravioli seam. It's always with me when I sleep. Apparently, she misplaced herself on the clap that hit her over the top and nearly fell out of bed. Now the stuffed animal is already leaning diagonally halfway out of bed. If Crewe hadn't supported him, I'm sure he would have pitied himself under the bed.

"Dangerous, dangerous"

Whimpering, pulling up. Not usually a very good sleeping crew, but my eyes were squinting because I woke up by surprise. However,

"... that?

Wake up your body. That wasn't my room.

There are two beds in the room. The stitches I grip are the usual ones, but I don't recognize the view at all - no.

"Yes, you've come to the Chamber of Commerce..."

Again, head down on the pillow with depression. Pough, I heard a noise.

After Sputnik's outing, I felt completely calm because I was sleeping slowly.

But when the scattered haunted nausea disappears, it reminds me of many things. It's all a few days before I left, I asked my friend Anna, "Shinko Riko!? Shinkori. Nice to meet you, Crewe! 'Cause they made fun of me. I don't mean that at all as a crew, but because of Anna's words, I get tense in the carriage.

"It's Anna's fault. Okay, yeah."

Point it at a friend who isn't here and complain. Though I knew I would never get that, and I knew repeatedly that what was really bad in the first place was that it was my fault for not sleeping late the previous day.

Sometimes I didn't finish packing, but the primary cause was that my emotions were daunting. The joy of being recognized as a one-person employee that you can take me to the Chamber of Commerce.

In addition, it is Anna's "honeymoon" statement. Not that I really thought so, but still a long journey for two, sleeping in the same room, unusual. Something like this, never say anything, but something like this. Wouldn't it be strange if something happened! Thinking about it, I just imagined it overflowing without a stop - but reality is, oh how heartless.

"I don't. No..."

The whining words dissolved in the pillow. In fact, I was drunk by the carriage, I was stunned by Sputnik, and I couldn't even get him to take me to the Chamber of Commerce where I was supposed to go.

Hold the stitches, one sigh. That's when I realized, yes.

"Mr. Sputnik?

In the room alone, the next bed shows no sign of being used.

It's dark outside the window. So you haven't come back yet? I'll be back when we're done discussing this at the Chamber of Commerce, so then you said we'd go to dinner. So, have I forgotten?

I forgot, instead of Krew, with someone Krew doesn't know, a woman from the Chamber of Commerce.

But I didn't feel like complaining. Only this time, it is myself who is at fault. Feel ill on your own, fall asleep, and procrastinate until you arrive. I don't even know if the person in charge of administration complained about anything. - Because of me.

Twist, and the back of my eyes get hot. You can't cry about this, he said, looking up.

I found a piece of paper on the high side of the window frame. A small piece of paper, something seems to be written, but it seems to be written on a face facing out the window, and I can only see it snugly from here.

I wonder what the hell that is. I got off the bed concerned, just then.

Outside the room, there was a noise.

Take out the pocket watch. The date wasn't around, but it's too late.

Sputnik thought and murmured about his own employee who would be in the room as he put the clock back in his inner pocket.

"You must be asleep by now"

I wanted you to rub and rub your sleepy eyes, not that. I knew it would be more of a hassle than that, and so it was really, unintentional just a whine.

Use the key you got at the front desk to unlock the lock and get in. As I thought, neither the front door part nor the living room part had any lights to calm down. Turning on the lights by hand exploration finally makes your vision easier. Throw the bag at your desk and take off your jacket as well. It would wrinkle, but I didn't have the strength I had anymore. Hip down on the couch as you loosen the tie.

Sputnik exhaled a deep, long, heavy sigh, at the same time.

Behind me, Ki, I heard a hinge.

Looking back, looking.

"... what, you were still awake"

The door leading to the bedroom opened and it was Crewe who showed his face. Were you even yawning when your eyes were moist?

I squeeze my usual stitches in one hand and walk over here. I wish I could sit across the street, but I came all the way to the side and sat down on the same couch.

"Welcome back, it was too late"

"Oh, my God."

"For that matter, I don't smell alcohol"

"What do you think I am?

Would you even like to say that you are putting out a sperm for playing with women or drinking as long as you have time? - There's nothing hard to deny.

"I've been at the Chamber of Commerce so far. I don't have time to play."

"Really..."

Answer, she leaned down to think of something. The expression also seems disturbing somewhere.

Keep it up, Krew shuts up for a while. Eventually, when Sputnik began to wonder what was going on, she looked up as if she had decided to.

"Um.... did you get mad or not"

"Ah?"

I wasn't pissed off, but I was advised.

But Crewe shouldn't know about 'this'. I wondered for a moment what you were talking about, no way you'd have noticed, but apparently not. twitching and eyes moisturizing,

"Ku. Because Ku is disgusting, arriving, and late."

And that's what I say sadly. You're the guy who cares about boring things again, Sputnik waved his right hand.

"Hey. He's a pro over there too, most of the trouble won't work. Never mind."

Even if I answer, it should be noted that the wrinkles between Crewe's brows do not loosen. But more than that, where I overlapped words about it, it would only sound like a bad follow up. So.

Stinging that it was good to buy it, Sputnik took the paper bag out of the bag and another bottle out of it. Pull out the cork and show it to Crewe.

"This souvenir. If I tell you what you're doing here, the janitor says," Buy him. "It's delicious."

Again, food is strong. I finally got the look out of Crewe's face.

She peered into the bottle like she was intrigued when she gave it to her hands, which she was gladly offered.

"Even Ginjaale. Sweet."

"Puffiness"

"Look, straw"

I wondered if even the mouth of the bottle would care about the surface of the water, but that would be better if it was easy for him to drink. Give me the straw I got with you.

As the straw was inserted into the bottle, Crewe closed his eyes and sucked up the straw's air. Every time I think, why do I need to close my eyes? When I asked him before, he replied with an extremely serious look, "Straw is about momentum".

That's how I sipped for a while and eventually let go of my mouth. When I take a breath, I grin.

"Delicious."

"Good for you"

"Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh..."

Cut the words, after a while. Kepu. and had one long spit.

At the same time, one, a corn and a stone roll out of the edge of the mouth.

That seemed to calm my stomach down, but I could still tell if it was embarrassing or even in the dimness of Crewe's cheeks reddening. Hold your cheeks with both hands and shake your body left or right, "It's unconscious, it's unconscious". This is a creature I never get tired of watching.

"So, hey."

Screwing the gem into his pocket, he raised his voice, as if to do a blindfold. I lay my hands on Sputnik's feet, and he comes up on me.

"How was the Chamber of Commerce"

Is Crewe not very good at taking up personal space, or is it oddly close to distance sometimes? Without wanting this unspoiled eye to spot his' doing ', Sputnik turned away.

"Nothing. As usual."

"Is it true? Looks a little tired."

"That's tiring. It's work. I met someone who wasn't ready to see me, and I'm pretty tired mentally. Weird work will be done."

I didn't have to tell you, but I knew it.

It's a relaxation that I've stuck to my mouth. It's a relief from the human beings who must be searching for their bellies all the time.

Shut up. And my big eyes, they blinked. And

"If I may, I'll talk to you, I'll listen to you."

And even say it as a matter of course.

"I'm not very smart, and I don't know the hard story, but. You can listen to me... and I'm stubborn."

"Soft, though."

"Difference"

I picked your cheek for a joke, and I said that in a grumpy way.

Damn, this kid. The ease of putting your emotions on the table immediately without hiding them, can also be removed from Sputnik's shoulders.

Release your fingers and stroke your cheeks. Sputnik said smudged as he combed his hair.

"You'll be a good woman in the future."

Crewe blinked again, as surprised.

Redness appeared on her cheeks. Even more vivid than earlier.

"Could that be"

Put it down for a beat - then say it in a tall, flipped voice.

"Pu, pu, pu, pu, pu, pu, pu, pu"

"Why does that happen?"

That, that, but, but, Krew twists himself to the left to the right in his own thoughts.

Sometimes I can't keep up with the rush of this idea. It may be a good thing that I tend to dream about being a legitimate woman (oh dear), but unfortunately I didn't know for sure about Sputnik's lack of experience of having a 'legitimate woman' around. Whatever you say, the closest thing I was to when I was young was, you know, the woman who was named Aco at the time.

I give up early to perceive her preferences and take up the thick paper placed on the edge of the desk. As I was flushing from top to bottom, Crewe, who returned to me, stuck me in the face and said, "That, what is it?"

Nevertheless, it's not a big deal. It's just a menu chart.

"Mesi, you couldn't take him. Are you hungry?"

"What, it's okay. Never mind."

But I guess that was lean and patient. As he was exposed to the words, the belly of the cucumber and the crew rang.

Temporary silence, after. Lifting her eyebrows, dyeing her cheeks - possibly another blush of a different meaning than earlier - she looked at Pough Pough and her own belly slapping like scolding, and Sputnik stumbled out. Damn it, this is, really, freedom.

"Would you like room service?"

Surely the inn here would have taken my order even late at night. Sure, I don't have 'time' right now, but I could afford to eat.

When I said it, Crewe narrowed his eyes with joy. I like this, make it busy pointing to this as tasty as well.

but at one point I accidentally stopped moving.

I looked back slowly as I wondered what was going on. Ask the stranger to ask for additions or subtractions.

"So, that.... What happened? Weird job."

Sputnik's cheeks loosened to a carefree gaze.

I just told her, nothing will work out, but still. I wanted to talk to someone. Whatever you talk about, don't take a fried leg, to someone who doesn't need to be careful with the word butt.

Sputnik looked up into the void and said as he combed the chestnut hair he had been sent.

"At the Chamber of Commerce, I met the Chairman..."