I was realizing in my dreams that I was leaning against a swinging pillar.
He hugs me to a big pillar and sleeps dressed like a koala. I'm not wearing a blanket, but I don't feel so cold because the columns themselves are warm. Sometimes the wind strokes my cheeks, but it's more or less comfortable. The shaking of the mystery is like a shaking cage, which also invites drowsiness.
But there was a strange point. I hugged it. To be a pillar, it's slightly soft. Softer than a tree, stiffer than Crewe's favorite pillow. It's just right for snuggling in, and if you're selling it as a pillow, you'd buy it even if it was a little expensive, something like that.
What the hell is that? Though I wondered, it was a shame to let go of the micro sleep. Um, um, I roll my cheeks over as I roar.
And the pillar, pompous and 'said'.
Are you awake?
"... hmm?
There's something you can't possibly talk about, and you finally know it's not just a pillar, it's a person. It's people's necks that are spinning their arms, and what they talk about is people's voices. Now I was on Sputnik's back.
When I realized this was Sputnik's back, I increasingly didn't want to leave. But when I find out that Crewe did wake up, I'm sure they'll tell me to "get down and walk". Close your eyes slowly, put some force in your arms, and resist being unloaded by mistake -
- At that time, I felt uncomfortable with my throat.
The usual one. Coughing with his right hand against his mouth, he eventually rolled one out of his mouth, the foreign body barely rolled out.
But.
"Ah."
Because of the shake, the gem I was supposed to take slipped through my fingers. Hurry and slap Sputnik on the back.
"Um, uh, put it down. Gems, I dropped them."
"Hmm? Ah."
He immediately broke his knee and brought Crewe down to the ground. It was in the dark, but the green one. It was a solid reflection of the lights on the street lights and was quickly found. Pick up the gem that was falling a little further away and sigh with relief.
Wrap it in a handkerchief, push it inside your pocket, look back, and return to Sputnik. Turn to his back, arm wrapped and reach for his shoulder, which stands obliquely, but naturally does not reach.
"Kneel, kneel"
Grabbing and pulling as high as possible on his back made his head lower than Crewe's height. Make sure you wear it on your back, turn your arms around Sputnik's neck and hang your feet on his hips.
"You can stand."
My gaze gets much higher, but I didn't think I was afraid.
Supporting Crewe is a warm, big back and two arms. The smell of liquor drifts a little from the dark hair in front of me, but that's just trivial before great relief.
Sufficient. - Then it is decided to do so.
Crewe slid his cheeks, closing his eyes just as he had done earlier. And
"Ku."
"You're not falling asleep, Ola."
"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Loudly shaken, my voice trembles.
Still, he was holding onto his shoulder tightly wondering if it was something he was going to do away with, but he didn't really want to shake her off in the first place. The big shake stops right away and the view flows out.
"Well, today is special. I'll take you home."
What a joy to be returned. When he cheered with joy, he said in a low voice, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu". Speaking of which, his ears were so close. He hurries to his mouth, but Sputnik doesn't seem to care so much. I'm not sure of his expression as he stays forward, but his cheeks are slightly upward distorted.
"Mr. Sputnik, you're in a kind of a mood"
"It was surprisingly fun to punch a hater's head in a cake"
Who doesn't like it. - In retrospect, indeed, his response earlier seemed different from that to his customers as a regular merchant.
But then, why were you squeezing the liquor in a friendly way? Difficult to understand and tilt your neck, but I'm sure that doesn't look like Sputnik.
"Yeah, you can ride it, you can have this"
Shortly after, with words, Crewe's right leg lost support.
Sputnik let go of his hand. Sputnik's right hand showed up in front of her as she was about to slip off - holding a paper bag.
"Deposited from Elsa"
"From Mr. Elsa?
"He said he'd give it to you. Say thank you later."
I wonder what it is.
Grab his shoulder with one hand and peek inside with a paper bag between his back and his own chest. In the bag, looking up at her with loving eyes. Besides, Crewe looked familiar. A slightly standing round ear, a spilled red butterfly tie and a fluffy, fluffy feel that also passes over the bag. That 's--
"Kuma!
It was a stuffed animal that Elsa put me in Crewe's seat at the coffee shop Fine.
Stick your hands in and try to rescue them from inside the bag. but there were some bad places to do so. Grab the stuffed animal and pull it, and the paper bag that's lost its support is about to fall off. After several challenges, I gave up taking it out and Crewe hugged it bag-by-bag.
"Yes, Mr. Sputnik. Name it."
"Name?"
"Yes, to this child."
Krew's other adorable stuffed animal, U-chan, was named for me by Sputnik. The named parent himself seems to have completely forgotten about it, but Crewe remembered it properly. That's why I wanted him to name this kid, too, and yes, I asked him.
"Whatever you want. Ah, the bears are good."
... to too many words, Crewe's cheeks swelled.
The name may indeed be reasonable in view of the precedent, though. That's not where I want to put things!
"Don't be good."
"Ku" is Klu's nickname. That's what Sputnik calls me, too.
Sure, this stuffed animal is cute, but it's fuzzy and nice, but I didn't like it, even if it was a stuffed animal, to give someone my own name, which only Sputnik would call me.
"Coo is just Coo's name"
"Then think for yourself. I don't know."
But it's a lot of words to be returned. I don't even try to understand the delicate mind of a maiden, the finesse of her emotions.
He is the Lord (one) who has no compassion at all. I thought it was a waste of time where I forced him to do that, and Krew decided to switch his mind. If he doesn't feel like it, it's until he thinks of a nice name for this girl.
Plumpy all over your body, don't be ashamed of a fine butterfly tie, a nice, personalized name. "Whatever," said Sputnik, showing off his gorgeous sense of naming as he slipped his hips and bowed his head.
"So, what were you doing?"
- It was still Sputnik's voice that blocked such delusions.
A decent self reaching out gently to him who broke his heart, returning to me all the way from his delusions. What were you doing at the coffee shop, Fine?
In my mouth, I remember the taste of a warm, melting bechamel sauce.
"I was eating gratin. Mr. Elsa made a mistake ordering it, and I asked if it would be good because I had extra, but it was very tasty at the snap. But isn't it unusual for Mr. Elsa to fail?
It's not about that.
"I didn't even leave a salad carrot!
"I'm not listening."
I say it with as many breasts as I can turn around that seem a little bigger, but his answers are less than I thought.
Sputnik's neck moved. I tried to look back, and it seemed like I stopped.
he said.
"Why do you think I've been watching you from outside the store?"
That looked somewhere, like a sigh.
But there was no room in Klu for that sincerity. I realize they knew what I was supposed to be hiding the whole time, and I'm stuck breathing. My chest, which should have been filled with confidence, squeezes rapidly into hope for the future.
"Mm."
Desperately looking for words and finally being answered with a fine voice was' lying '.
"Look inside the store, if it's crowded, let's not"
"Right."
Chest pain came before relief for Sputnik snorted uncomfortably.
I want to take a distance. But on his back he couldn't do it either, and his hand, which grabbed his shoulder, trembled.
"Why were you trying to hide from me when you came into the store?"
"Uh... because it seemed like he was having fun drinking. Don't interrupt."
"Right."
On his back. Until now, this place, which I wanted to be forever, was transformed into an uncomfortable place. Could the sound of a heart like an early bell have reached his ear by conveying his back?
I hope you don't ask me anything more, but he wouldn't have listened to me like that.
The last thing he asked was what Crewe was supposed to have done very secretly, and also what he least wanted to be heard.
"Why have you been following me every night here lately?
……………
Were they noticed? I'm disappointed, my head drips.
But it was hard to tell the truth over the course of this period, and Krew turned his head hard. a good reason for a person to go after someone - eventually something I managed to come up with was
"... because I was worried Mr. Sputnik wouldn't cry in love with us. Whew."
"Am I a kid?"
Shaken. Also, my voice trembles. I bit my tongue and a strange voice sounded "Pep".
Eventually Sputnik said this in a hard to hear voice as he walked out of it again.
"I don't know what you're thinking and doing that, but I'm an adult, unlike you. Sometimes adults don't want people to know. So let it go."
"Ku is"
Anything you want to know about someone you like.
In the alley, I remember the words Elsa gave me. But there's no way I can say that, and what happens when I say it.
Fiancé.
Remember the word again, and again, the feeling of sunshine spreads to my heart. I want to know everything, but my frustration and haste for him won't let me.
With her on his back like that, he still said in a low voice, "But, well, what is it?"
"... because if you want to tell me something troublesome or something, I'll ask you"
But to the point of being taken for 'clumsy his full kindness', Crewe was not yet, an adult. All I could think of was his unsolicited remarks about keeping secrets from myself.
"Any reply?
To his back that prompts a pale answer, his lips that want to say something, tell it, but tremble in small pieces do not allow it.
- No.
It is not the body that does not tolerate it.
This belly-filled sprouts will not allow you to tell them.
Crewe put his face closer to his dark hair. It just seems uncomfortable to her that she can't drink, the smell of alcohol reaches her nose. But she didn't even smell so uncomfortable, she breathed air sharply and quickly, all at once.
I turned to Sputnik's ear, which became slightly red because of the booze, and let it go at once.
"Mr. Sputnik's, silly!
"Whoa!?
Suddenly he shouts, his arms loose with his feet supported.
As he jumped to the ground in that gap, Crewe rushed out at a glance on the road to the store (no), holding a paper bag.
- In my restless head, I completely forgot that I came out with the store door locked.
As he searched for the key that had gone into his pocket, Angry caught up with him right away.