The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Even when I woke up to the morning light, there was still no Sputnik there.

The plush eyes lying in the same bed gleam in the morning sun and look moist in tears.

Wanting to somehow comfort those sad eyes, Crewe took the plush away and hugged him tighter.

"... oh my goodness"

The first place to visit is always a nervous one.

What's more, if that's all alone.

"Um, uh"

The building's 'reception' was located just off the entrance.

I guess it drifts from the vase. Sweet smell. Unaccustomed to sniffing and nervous enough that his chest seemed to bounce, Crewe turned to the two women sitting at the reception to try to answer their identities and the reason for their visit.

"Is Sputnik from the Sputnik jewelry store here? I'm Clew, an employee. Breakfast, I brought it"

That's right.

What Klu came up with, tired of being in the room alone, was' plugging into Sputnik '.

If you worked all night, I'm sure you haven't been eating a lot of stuff. I thought so, and when I asked them if they could make lunch with the innkeeper, they nodded comfortably and undertook.

I was stuffed in a large basket with a few types of freshly baked bread, raw ham and cheese, scrambled eggs on potatoes, and a squeaky salad.... Though I declined a bad pickle. Plus, he put on a water bottle filled with warm soup.

Sputnik went hard on Krew not to get out of the inn, but he should forgive me if only for the right reasons. And this' plug in 'is sure to be a definite reason.

I don't have an ID card or anything, so I'll at least give the receptionist the basket and water bottle I've been holding to try to get him to believe me just for the reason of the visit. Seeing her like that, the two receptionists narrowed their eyes and smiled.

"Master Krew, a Sputnik jewellery store employee, right? Please wait while we inquire."

One of them heads to the back and will be back in a while. As she stood, coming out of the inside of the reception counter, she stood in front of Crewe and gave a deep thank you.

"Thank you for waiting. Dear Crewe from Sputnik Jewellery Store, I did get confirmation. Master Sputnik is using the machining room, so I'll show you around."

"Thank you very much."

Led by the receptionist, he walks down the hall. "It'll be heavy," she carried the basket. I thanked him from the bottom of my heart for the offer, as the palms had already turned bright red, thanks to the fact that he had carried it from the inn to this point.

It was one room upstairs that was guided that way, and the name of the room was' Machining Room '.

The knob had a 'in use' bill shaking.

- In this, he is.

"This way. If you need anything, please let me know at reception."

"Yes, thank you very much, Sputnik, for all your help"

On top of each other to thank her, she smiled gently and handed me the basket.

Enter the room while suppressing feelings of deviation. and a smell similar to the jewellery processing room at the Sputnik jewellery store reached my nose. Fine dust drifts by the windows that plug in thin lights.

The massive amount of paper scattered on the floor is the same thing I saw last night. Sputnik asked my client to design the ring. Sputnik, instead of the man, said he had been asked by the victim's man to make exactly the same one by noon the next day - that is, today.

But, uh, did the product make it?

Some of the tools are rolling, but I don't see the finished product. The end of the desk, a cluttered chunk of cloth, is probably the jacket he wore.

And in the room, I can't even see Sputnik himself.

Is it going somewhere? Did you go to pick up the goods? That didn't lock the door in the room, and I left my jacket there. He said the pin that remained on the chest of his jacket would certainly indicate his identity as a jeweler, and should not have been a substitute for being stolen. I wonder if it's too accidental to leave the room unlocked.

Walk out to the back of the room, taking care not to step on the paper.

- There was some noise from behind the desk.

Peeping in, the first thing that got into my eyes was the black I was used to seeing.

"... was there"

Sputnik lay down and slept on two legs of the chair. What I heard was apparently his snoring (snoring).

His sleeping face, which should be several older, because of the terrible hardships he had last night or because he was relieved of something, for some reason only today, looked very defenseless and young.

"Good day, sir."

Touch the cheeks, along with the words of labor. I don't know if it was my fault, but his lips shook and it just seemed to make me laugh a little bit.

Small, heart bouncing.

When I saw it I was glad it wasn't an illusion, his, one hand placed over his chest moved.

Boneless hands with unchanged phases and many scratches. On the back of my hand, did I err on hand in the production of a rapid pitch, or some new-looking scars - no.

... claw marks?

No matter how you look at it, no matter what you think, there are shapes of scars that won't be able to be worn in the work of jewelry processing, over and over.

The moment Crewe frowned, Sputnik's hand moved slowly and touched her fingertips.

The corn and Sputnik's mouth move.

And what gets squealed,

"... Ako... I'm still asleep..."

Who did you mistake for, the name of Crewe's strange woman.

Claw marks, strange women, and sleepless him. Finally, the requested item could not be found anywhere in the room.

The conclusions to be guided by that situation are:

- In Crewe's head, something blew up.

"Why..."

Crewe unknowingly unwrapped his right hand, squeezing it.

Concentrating all the anger in his belly in his hand, he swings it wide as it is, hanging it on Sputnik's loose cheeks, and waves his palms down as he thinks.

Pei, that sounded good.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sputnik jumped up at the sudden impact of how sleepy he was - seemed to have tried, but broke his hand and fell flashly from chair to floor.

But Crewe didn't mind, and when he got on top of him like that, he layered the binta again and again, three times.

"It's hard to work in the middle of the night, because I didn't have to, and Ku was worried that Ku was alone in your room! Yet, hey, even."

"Hey, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

"Yet what Mr. Sputnik was doing was, oh, with a woman, in secret! Is it a coincidence? Why, how can you do that! Really? Well, it must have been fun talking to a woman you don't know while you're worrying about Ku.

Peppy, Peppy, Peppy, four times in a row, the last time I let it go, the fifth time was a good hit - bad for Sputnik - and it seemed, Beppy, that sounded even more flashy.

Seems like a continuous binta worked on his sleeping head, Sputnik blinking while holding his cheeks. I looked at her for a while with a floating eye of the neighborhood, but eventually a good frown in its shape.

I'm sure he literally tried to say his dissatisfaction with being 'knocked up'.

but sooner that mouth said things, Crewe shouted.

"Coo ha!

Sputnik turns himself in surprise at the shouts that seemed to echo outside the room, released in front of him. This man really doesn't know anything about this one.

"Ku, ku is.... I was worried about Mr. Sputnik."

To that end, he said he came alone, carrying a heavy basket, to an unknown place full of strangers.

But it was terrible, and I didn't want to get upset. Looking back at the ash eyes, the flames of anger dwindle as you look at them.

Regrettably, Crewe's balance was much more inclined to the joy of seeing him than to the anger of being quoted. A lonely night sleeping in a strange room was much more lonely than I thought.

To anger, my cheeks swell. Tears fall. Still, I can't help but remember to relieve myself of Sputnik's appearance of good health.

He was a sputnik who was deprived of sleep, stuffed with women's relationships, and usually made them evil, but only today he didn't. After he had done his fingerprinted hand to his own head, for some reason he smudged and

"... well. You were worried about me."

Like a sigh, I shrugged like that.

Sputnik's hand touches Krew's left ear only slightly. His fingers plugged in slowly combed Crewe's hair.

His trick causes Crewe's chest to shrink slowly. Just because I didn't see him for one night, and he just put him in a strange room, he became weak at last. - I can't stop crying even though I think about it, I just want to make a claim and nod aloud.

The momentum sparked tears. With the sunlight that plunges through the window, it also falls glittering again.

"Sooo, I was worried. … and I missed you."

"Right."

Nod - Sputnik is.

I look for something and get my hands in my pocket, but apparently I didn't see what I was looking for. "You're a good woman," he murmured as he wiped Crewe's cheek with his own cuffs after getting lost for a while.