The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Gatan. Jump. Gatan. Jump.

As the carriage rocked - though not of its own free will - jumped, Crewe blurred and did his gaze outside the window.

Again, the frequency of management is different, or when you leave the city, the pavement of the road is slightly rougher than in the city. The shaking in the car also increases because of it, but thanks to the cushions I put down a lot, there is no pain. When I rolled the candy balls in my mouth that someone from the Jewellery Chamber of Management had given me, a soothing sweet refreshment passed down the back of my throat, calming Crewe's belly. For this matter, I don't think I'll ever taste the hell out of me again.

Sputnik, in the seat across the street, elbowed by the window and stared out. His triple tube seems accustomed to rough treatment, and I envy not changing one complexion, even without anti-drunkenness. I used to be, I should have been.

No matter how many carriages rock me, the gray distant eyes wonder what the hell I'm thinking right now. Do you mean the store? Do you mean the Chamber of Commerce? - Or what?

"What's up?"

The moment I thought about it, the gray color accidentally reflected Crewe.

At that moment, her shoulders swayed, never because of the carriage.

"Are you drunk yet?

"Yes, no"

"Right."

When he answered, Sputnik nodded vaguely and said, "Say it before it gets worse". But the voice is also blurry and distant, and I can't imagine what the late statement was about Crewe wholeheartedly.

And again, his eyes look out. The distant eye, what, who do you think?

I didn't know my hands were in force, and the strangled paper bag screamed, screaming. Sexually, I wanted to turn his mind on this one.

"Um.... how about one"

Cover a bag of wrinkled candy balls. Sputnik looked at Krew and the paper bag uninterested and waved loosely lazily.

"I don't need it. I'm not drunk."

"But refreshing. It's delicious. Yes."

Don't stand there.

"If it's my motor nerve, it's that I don't even have a makeover. So, look."

Say something that you don't even have in mind yourself, step aside, with your hands on the window frame. When I took one candy ball out of the bag and pulled it over Sputnik's face, he opened his mouth to me, looking troublesome. When you release your hand from the candy balls, your thumb touches your lips just a little bit, and then it becomes creepy.

That alarm wasn't good.

Moment after moment, the floor leaned heavily. Out of balance and screaming, Crewe's head turned to the window - but just before he hit me, I felt a shock on my shoulder. Sputnik's hand grabbed her.

The hand drew Krew's body intact to secure her body to Sputnik's chest.

Ahead of looking up, Sputnik's eyes are hanging, saying something. I'm sure it's a scolding word like "so I told you," or "be careful," but the occasional trembling heart in my ear held it back. Is the beating loud because of the surprise that nearly hit the window, or his arm that saved it, or the gray in front of her again, just looking at her?

When I dared to apologize, "I'm sorry," he sighed one thing and loosened his arm for me. Get out, like the original, across the street from Sputnik... not this time, sit next to me.

His eyebrow stopped by.

"Why are you here?"

"Whatever."

"Sit over there. If you're facing the opposite direction of travel, you're more likely to get drunk. Number one, Narrow."

"It's okay, I'm not drunk. Narrow, in temper."

"Mood"

"Yes, in temper"

I'll make two kobushi in front of my chest.

and the wrinkles between his eyebrows loosened. It didn't mean it was soothing, it simply seemed frightened.

"... tart"

Still, he didn't refuse Crewe. I am very happy with the nearer shoulder and the narrow chair.

Just two, in the carriage.

With his cheeks on the window perfectly, Crewe looked in the direction he had come. The entrance to the city of Finetica is already smaller. It was a visit to the Chamber of Commerce, and Crewe, of course, Sputnik will not be going to that city for a while. Couldn't move from the spot, couldn't chase the carriage again, and Crewe felt a great relief at the appearance of the distant city.

- Why Crewe wanted to come home early, from this city. The reason I wanted to leave this city as soon as possible without buying the souvenirs I promised everyone, without having to do a lot of downresearch and sightseeing.

That's not because I was afraid of wizards. "I don't want to see you," I said. I didn't even help 'her' willingness.

Only one thing, because 'I didn't want you to see me if I made a mistake'.

I accidentally had a sore throat and coughed up. Twice, three times. I held my mouth in a handkerchief and repeated it several times, and what came out was one gem. The shape, the color, was badly similar to what I threw up last night, to what I gave to 'her' yesterday.

Something stuck in my throat threw up. Yet my chest is still painful.

A brightly colored gem that appeared in a handkerchief. But gradually my vision blurs and I don't really understand its shape. My face, which appears thin in the window, is distorted into large layers and scrupulous work. The flowering of the hat as it remained in the seat across the street was at some point bent, as if it symbolized my sexual roots.

But still.

"... the neighbor is mine"

The words whimpered as he clenched the jeweled handkerchief disappeared, distorted by the sound of the wheel, not reaching the thinker (Sputnik).

Even if that's the benefactor.

Only one thing about that, I can't give in.

With their troubles and misunderstandings, the carriage carries them to where they should return.

Continued.