"Wow..."
Opening the basket, Crewe first leaked an exclamation.
The usual. This always goes unwittingly silent when you eat lunch, first after you rejoice that "this is in" and "that's in". I'm sure that's a reaction to finding something I don't like.
Again this time, I noticed the accompanying carrot and her expression clouded - at the same time, I heard a voice I was used to hearing from behind.
"Hello"
"Don't come out anywhere, baba. Cockroaches?"
"Hello, 'Crewe'"
I will return the leading must-win, dear greeting - and what Sputnik thinks - to you. And the police officer nut belonging to the rear fiat branch re-said that in a low voice as he drew his mouth.
But I don't even notice the blunt or probable crew, such as such small changes in the nuts. When she raised her face from the basket and noticed that it was a face-to-face police officer standing there, she laughed and greeted her with great pleasure.
"Hello, Mr. Nuts!
"Today, excursion with lunch? Sounds like fun."
"That's right, Mr. Sputnik brought me in.... Oh, but, so, it's not a date, you know, uh-huh, it can look like a date, but really it's a date, so, shy."
"Beautiful flowers, have you seen a lot?
"Ah, yes."
Is there such a thing as shame a dozen years ago, Crewe, who puts his hand on his cheek and waves his body to the left and right?
But as a nut, they didn't care what the two of them looked like, so they shake it and let it change the story trivially. And he gave me a much more surprising look.
Nod loudly and show off what you just remembered.
"Um, uh, flowers are uh"
"Yeah."
"A third."
"Yeah?"
"Uh."
silence. Later,
"It's a third!
"Yeah?"
He forgot.
What is it? I keep turning my gaze on it, but explaining it is a pain in the ass. Tell him to "leave me alone" with a shoulder-clapping gesture.
Speaking of which, Krew tells the nuts that he knew that he had gestured and found out whether he should be able to speak without being able to give a specific explanation. That again, yeah. It snorts at me. Also, I guess I'm in a good mood for applause.
"Uh, uh, then, hey."
But.
As soon as he leaned down, he stopped talking. Apparently I remember what lies ahead of my gaze.
"And then... uh"
I guess the rapidly converging tension is grinding between the pleasure of the conversation and the charm of 'it'.
Uh, uh, and look at the nut face and 'it' several times alternately.
Eventually.
- The saliva drowned.
"Um, uh"
"Mmm."
"What?
"... I'll have it"
"Yes, sir."
"Enjoy."
With the permission of the two of us, the lost, mysterious look finally disappeared. Finally 'it' - reaching inside the basket.
The first thing Crewe grabbed was a mini fruit tart served on the edge. I put about half of it in my mouth at once, and my nuts say nothing as I look at her eating toys with a heartfelt happy smile.
"You eat first from what you like, Crewe. What a surprise."
"You've been doing that for a long time, haven't you, Koz? When you're having lunch, you eat from dessert."
"Heh."
"I don't know what it has to do with the fact that I used to get a lot of 'I'll eat you if I leave you' out of this dish that I leave you with just the last thing I like."
"It's not primarily your fault."
Extra-cardiac. I won't deny it.
"You look funny again. This is it. Open your mouth, you don't know what happened. That's really funny."
"Have fun bullying kids?
"You didn't say it was fun."
It's just funny.
But the cold gaze of the nuts did not subside, depressed, and opened his own basket to escape.
The contents include sandwiches, salads and fish dishes, some fruit. They're all a little bigger than Crewe's lunch box. In the meantime, Sputnik said it was pompous after visually confirming that it contained tarts of the same kind as Crewe's.
"Well, I grew up strong because of it."
"Strong?"
"We'll see soon enough"
As the nut gaze moves, Sputnik also sees Krew. I hardly seemed to hear the conversation between the two of them about how hungry they were, and they were eating mummy hard like little animals.
"Yeah, well, Elsa told me about today. You're serving Crewe? Sometimes you do good things. I praise you."
"So much so."
The way I say this is always, I don't feel complimented.
"So, what can I do for you? If you don't need me, go home."
"Yes, that's right..."
"Um, uh"
and.
It was Crewe who was supposed to be concentrating on his lunch box that blocked the nuts I was about to tell you about. If you look at it, you're already taunting your share of tart.
"What's up?"
When asked, Crewe got a little lost and then mumbled.
"Mr. Sputnik, Tart...... I'm leaving you"
"Yeah? Ah."
I haven't even got my hands on my lunch box yet.
Nevertheless, this is also the usual thing. So at this point, I already knew what she was trying to say. But without pointing it out, he just answers vaguely, and Crewe comes up with my intentions.
"Um, uh, I'm leaving dinner, it's not good. If you leave dinner, Elsa will be sad."
"Right. But I'm not in the mood for a tart today. I'm in trouble."
Apparently, the nuts noticed something, pointing the said gaze at Sputnik.
but it's also a pain in the ass to deal with and pretend not to notice.
"Well, well, well, I wish, but that, that tart, should I eat it for you?
"You? No, but it's just a bad idea to eat my leftovers."
"Wow, it's not bad. For Mr. Sputnik, I, I'll do my best... Oh, no, you know, be, it's not because I want to eat. Mr. Sputnik's in trouble, so you don't have a choice, do you?
With that said, my gaze peeks into Sputnik's basket at first glance, and my hands are subtly attached to Sputnik's basket. So there was something wrong with Crewe's desperation and his grin leaked.
"Okay, okay. If I can eat without leaving my share, I'll give it to you."
"Yes."
"And carrots."
".................. Ha ha"
I guess there was a hard heart somewhere to admit, the reply was a little rash.
At a time like this, Crewe honestly doesn't want to say "please". Sputnik doesn't seem to think he's a person who responds where he 'asked' from the front, and since when did he start to use this kind of prankster - and perhaps he thinks he is? Her 'acting', which is easy to understand though, never grows.
Nat, who was arm-wrapping and watching the two of them interact like that, said this.
"You're surprisingly spoiling things about Crewe."
"I didn't spoil it. I mean, how can you be satisfied, you know?"
"Yeah. I guess you don't care what you do in the end."
"Crap."
I'm not hairy enough to be liked more than I was originally, but I react to the poison thrown up with a mouthful like a public discourse.
"If you need help, just go to the patrol or whatever. What the hell?"
"If you need me, I'm going to have a little trouble, so I just came to give you some advice"
"Trouble?
"Yeah, that's it."
But.
Words were blocked again.
Now, from the road. The rattling sound of wheels going, the wide walking footsteps of horses, and then...
"Ah, Mr. Crewe!
"What?"
To a sudden call, it was Crewe who raised his voice of surprise.
At the corner of Sputnik's vision, the crew and nuts turn to you. but he hurriedly pulled out the letter he screwed into his pocket before looking in the same direction as the two of them. - I called her name, because I remembered her voice.
The voice is that the nuts are not originally that familiar to Sputnik and Krew either. That voice, though not that of someone in this city, sounds familiar. And what is associated with it?
Cut the seal with cluttered hands and open a bi-fold note.
In the center, just one line.
The hasty handwriting of "Sister," worthy of the name of the Express, was written just one line, like this.
I'll figure it out. I'll figure it out.
"... to the Administration. Here comes the wizard," Again. ""
The nut said. Now no one would have blocked me.
Nothing answered that, and Sputnik looked at the carriage. A platinum blonde's daughter is waving herself out the window. It was that girl who called her name.
But that's not all. Beyond the windowsill, I can see another person sitting in the carriage, wearing a black robe.
Towards that shadow, Sputnik struck his tongue without concealing his disgust.
"Now what the hell are you doing here, that de pervert?"
That's also unusual, straight from the front.