The coffee shop Fine was put through to the deepest seat, and Crewe was finally able to relieve herself.
Stopped by clashes (partitions), this is a step away from the hustle and bustle of the drunkards, but Sputnik's appearance is a solid peek. When I went next to Sputnik hiding in Elsa's shadow, my heart sounded all clean, but I didn't seem to notice it thanks to my deep hood. I thanked the clothes store even more this evening that it was good to buy an animal hoodie.
But. "To apologize for the crowd," Crewe thinks, smoking the orange juice with a straw. I'm sitting across from him talking like we're friends, who the hell is that young man?
I also feel like I've seen a calm, neutral face and a jammed blue eye one day, but I can't remember anything. I observe you say something to Sputnik like you tease him and laugh mean enough to make a hole, but that guy, should he be a customer - he didn't have a good memory of Crewe enough to remember the hatred and the faces of all the customers perfectly. I also felt like a friend thinker exchanging letters, but he's not the kind of guy who laughs with such a pranky face, and he's a busy guy in the first place, and he can't be in this place.
Eventually Crewe shifts his gaze to the Lord, the mysterious young man who talks about something while digging a disfigured hall cake with a fork.
Sputnik. When I got back from Finetica City, he was, like, crazy.
Ever since he got back here, he hadn't seen a woman alone at night as yet. I don't care if you're alone in some tavern, or if you ever have a drink with a regular customer there, meet up with a woman you don't know, let alone - I didn't know anything about Crewe. Also, we don't have to go home in the morning, but by the time Krew gets a little sleepy who comes after us, we'll have to finish accounting and leave the store. 'Um' Sputnik is a terribly rare thing.
Think back and think back and feel like you've reconfirmed. After all, in Finetica City, something happened to him. Something that you can't tell Crewe, something that even makes Crewe stop playing at night that he didn't ask you to stop doing again and again - yes, for example -
"Thank you for waiting"
For example, I thought so much about the gratin that was being offered in a bustling bright store - and realized that it was not imaginary but real.
looks up all the time. Elsa with the strange look on her face and her eyes met.
"What's wrong? I'm kind of scared of your face, Crewe."
"Yes, no. Nothing."
"When you look sad, happiness runs away. Look, to..."
"To"
I laugh at Elsa trying to raise her mouth angle so she can follow me. And she nodded contentedly loudly.
"Mm, okay. Here, I'll lower it.... oh."
Elsa's hand, offered to lower the plate of salad, but that hand stops with a blaming tone. At the same time, the smile disappeared. Crewe's shoulders trembled because she had an idea why she did that.
As expected, she got off the plate in front of Crewe and said this in a slightly harsh tone.
"Crewe. Carrots, they're still there."
"Ha"
And what she cared about, again, as expected. I blamed him for chopping carrots left on a plate.
"Kid, I'm in the mood for a full stomach today with something I love."
"Yes. That's no choice, I'll give up today.... Speaking of nuts, I think she said her breasts got bigger when she ate all the carrots, but if Crewe was in the mood like that, she'd have no choice."
"I'll eat."
I try to pull half of it off and receive it, and when I put the carrots I had left in my mouth all at once, I rush to bite them and swallow them so that I don't feel the flavor as much as possible.
I poured in the unique unpleasant sweetness of the carrot with orange juice, which still lingered a little on my tongue, before giving momentum to an empty plate for Elsa.
"Welcome!
"Mmm, beautiful. Thank you very much."
I grinned and got a plate. I lay on Elsa's side and touch her pepper and chest.... Though it may be my fault,
"I think I'm getting a little big"
"Hey, I kind of feel like Crewe's one step closer to a nice lady, too"
Again.
With his hands on his cheeks to his surprise, Elsa tilted her little neck and said:
"I'm sure Mr. Sputnik will too."
"Meh, are you cursed?!?
"Yeah, fuck off."
Sputnik, fascinated and shapeless by his charming self - raise your hands, follow me, then raise your voice. but Elsa put her finger on her lips to control it.
"No, Crewe. Didn't you sneak up on Mr. Sputnik today? If you stay too busy, Mr. Sputnik will notice."
Yes, I look at Sputnik in a hurry, but he doesn't seem to have noticed it yet, and he didn't look at this one. The moment Crewe turned to him, it also looked like he hurried away from his face, but it was probably his fault. Probably.
So, like Elsa earlier, Krew also put up his fingers and said, "Go."
Quiet, sir.
"Right. We need to be quiet."
She responded, gently hiding her mouth in a basin.
"That's right. Wait a minute, I've got something nice."
"Good stuff?
"Yeah. I'm sure you'll like it, Crewe."
I wonder what it is. Leaving the neck tilting crew, Elsa disappeared into the back door when she returned her heel (bite). But without waiting so long, I'll be right back at the store.
He had something on his arm, something brown.
"Thank you for waiting."
And with words, what Elsa put on her desk was a stuffed bear in one piece.
Smooth eyes of scorched tea and nose of the same color. He has a slightly stylish chest and tight red butterfly ties. There was a pink meatball on the back of his leg thrown forward, which was also growing cute. And what a strange thing.
"Shades would look a lot like Crewe's hoodie, wouldn't they? I thought you were in line and it would be a good camouflage. I'm sure from a distance, it just looks like two similar stuffed animals are in place."
She was right, the fabric color looked a lot like Crewe's wearing animal hoodie.
Small tails, round ears, and the color that matches who I am today. I see that perfect figure. What a lovely plush!
Elsa soon apparently realized that Crewe liked it very much. I didn't explain that stuffed animal any further, I just said "bare research, good luck" and went back to work with a plate.
All that was left was Crewe and Gratin and him - or her - staring at Crewe with loving (and stubborn) eyes. The right hand offered forward seemed to be looking for a handshake.
So, goodbye, I'll hold my hand.
That's how Crewe opened his eyes, nothing else.
"This is"
What an amazing thing, because his hands were so very, very fluffy.
No, it's not just the hands. Your body, your legs, and your head. The whole body was so fluffy that it wrapped and healed everything it touched. This is a very good fluff. I took a sigh of breath at the excellent fuzziness that would surely be at the top of Crewe's stuffed animal - but I return to me immediately.
Not if you're playing with stuffed animals now!
"I'm busy. Uh, yes, it is."
Repeat Elsa's words, snort hun, and vomit. And as he aroused himself, he let the gratin roar wildly into his lifting mouth. but Gratin, who is shaking his puffy surface, is of course about to burn hot and rushes to take his breath out of his mouth.
Hiraki, look at the stuffed animal. Round eyes are like, "Are you okay? He also looked like he was saying."
"It's okay, soo"
Don't worry about stuffed animals. Because Sputnik is the top priority right now - here.
There's no way I can ever be distracted by a stuffed animal that's just fluffy, fluffy, cute, and sits on the edge of my sight - here.
…………
Here.