It's been a long time since I've settled down, but the most unusual thing I've seen since I was traveling is that I've often begun to put things in.
Although it was the business of dressing up because it was a customer of a well-feathered opponent, some places, when I was traveling, were like betting on how to reduce my luggage. I didn't think I'd want much of the Chamber of Commerce outfit either, which I can't use for my regular job. When I said that, I laughed, "You're in trouble when you have to," and my sister told me when, although I don't remember until the exact time... anyway.
As if I had completely forgotten that I was such a person until a few years ago, his work place, the Gemstone Processing Room, now had a lot of items. Pre-processing gems, tools, chemicals, materials… End of story, now in Sputnik's hands, to 'it' as if it were a toy.
Sputnik takes it on the shelf and returns to the two waiting shops. Sputnik stuck his hand out in front of Luang, who looked at this one wondering what was going on.
"If you don't have any money, why don't you try this?"
A single golden bar and yarns of various colors.
While Luang received it, as Sputnik imagined, he gave a strange look.
"What, this"
"Embroidered Thread"
"Why do you have this?"
"I was selling it at the grocery store, on a whim"
The second question belongs to Soaran, who peeks behind Luang's back, and Sputnik answered it without being particularly lost in it either.
Embroidered yarn. - Crafts. I found it the other day when I went to the grocery store and I bought it hoping it would lead to new ideas for making ornaments. When accounting for "Gift for Crewe?" It was somehow hard to deny when asked, and I misled it with a proper grin.
I was going to hit him when a guy said knitting or something, but Soaran just whined, yeah - think about it, there was no way this magic girl (my cousin) had that feeling.
Anyway. Luanne picked up the embroidered thread in surprise with her finger and thumb. Still with a surprising face and voice, I say.
"Knitting?"
"Oh, yeah. This is a needle."
"Hehe. You brought something cute again, I have it too."
"You?
"Huh. Who do you think is fixing that costume every time it flashes?"
It was information I didn't even want to know.
"Anyway. What are you gonna do with this?"
"I'll sell you a piece of copper coin"
That's not the word for this pervert.
I forgot the price when I bought it at the grocery store, but it's probably in the red to sell it off with one piece of copper coin. The package, however, should not have been expensive enough to spare doing so.
View Luanne. He had a better guess than the pervert there.
"Uh, Mr. Sputnik. He's telling me to make something out of it..."
Sputnik gave a light answer to Luang, who gave him an unbelievable, all-time look.
"Whether it's a ring or a bracelet, you can make whatever you want"
"Huh!? Can you imitate a woman like that?
"Ah?
"I'm sorry."
From the fact that I was using my fingertips to make sales, it was a word I couldn't miss hearing. So I made a somewhat uncomfortable look and gave it to him, but apparently he noticed his mistake right away, and he got smaller and apologized. Honesty is a good thing.
However, the reflection did not include the meaning of convincing. When I looked up immediately, I said this rubbing.
"So, but. I'm not clever."
"It's not a question of being clever. Don't you want to be close?" Angel, "he said. Now I'm gonna service your tuition."
I had looked through the instructions that were following the needle the other day for the first time, and more importantly, I knew the basis for knitting. It shouldn't be something you can't teach.
"... but"
He bit his lower lip and nagged. I thought you looked like someone, but I didn't even have to think about it. It resembled Crewe when his opinions did not pass on as he thought they would.
Did Crewe influence him, or did she influence him? I don't know that, though - I thought, then.
"I'm home!
The voice echoed on the spot blocking the fine voice of hesitant Luang.
A doorbell that just sounds like a voice. It was the Lord of the Voice, Crewe, and who came in.
"Welcome back.... you got more?
"Yes."
"More"
That's not talking about numbers. The arm of Ilaja, who cheerfully shook her neck vertically and looked at her face and laughed mischievously, was held by a stuffed bear similar to the one Krew had. This one looks similar to Crewe's bear, although he's not wearing any clothes. The maker must be the same.
Krew, in a good mood, told us about Ilaja's bear's whereabouts, but it was still what he expected.
"I went to Mr. Elsa's, and then the twins, they said it was new again. So, if it's okay."
"It's fuzzy and cute. Very much."
I say it orally, holding a stuffed animal that fits inside each arm.
- At the price of the speed of his pulse, anything but his heart stopped like a stone statue. Would it be poetic, for example? Think about that, but the good news is it would be just one sentence in a three-sentence novel. Or the unsold, heartless song of an unsold bard.
Either way, Luanne hardened to look funny when she saw the two of them, or one of them.
Eventually I realized my friend's strangeness and I said, "What's wrong, Luang?" and how strangely I slapped Pompous Shoulder is Crewe. But he still can't say anything. Sputnik did that instead of him, answering.
He wants to make a ring out of it.
"Luann?
"Yes."
"Eh."
"So, give it to me."
"To whom?
"Oh, no, no."
Don't answer Crewe's question. It's at least a pity I did.
I broke into Sputnik's conversation with Krew and tried to make a denial - but
"It's lovely, what a thoughtful, handmade gift"
But words, after all, break off. After mouthing for a while, he turns his back to Crewe and Ilaja and asks, but his voice was trembling.
"... I guess so"
"That's right. Hope you're happy."
The bright face of Ilaja, who nodded loudly, never reached his eyes... but the pompous and grunting "Sooka" word must have been his determination.
- Thinking, for example, he pulled the hem of his clothes.
"Um, uh, Mr. Sputnik"
"? What's up?"
"I'd like to make that, too."
Crewe grabs his shirt, makes his eyes shine, and says that.
"I want to make a ring, too."
Hmm.
It was surprising that this would interest me, but it is the same for one or two people. Maybe it was something I wanted to avoid as a Luan, but I don't have the in-laws to take that into account. Sputnik waved lightly.
"That's good. I sell the ingredients to the grocery store, so buy them."
"Yes."
"Ah, well, so am I... Um, store owner, if it's good"
I will snort heavily at Ilaja, who raises her hand.
"I'll tell you. I'll tell you. Then, Coo, ask me for a set, too."
"Huh."
Hold a bear in one arm and let Krew, who replies with one arm up cheerfully, hold a little more gold to keep his legs out. The two set aside Luang, who was still standing in a grocery store, and went out.
Well.
Sputnik turned to Soaran, who had been quiet at some point. Have you ever been jealous of a child who seems to get along with his men? No way.
I didn't think about it. but I'll ask you.
"Are you okay?"
Right, sweetie, I want to do it too, but I thought I'd say something.
But it didn't.
"No, I'm going to the inn first. Say hello to my men."
I waved my right hand and made a rejection. And I just get up off the couch when I'm done with it.
- But I didn't forget Sputnik.
"Before that. What are you trying to say?
"... yeah?
"You must have something to say to me."
What he was about to say. - With the arrival of Luanne, the content of the story that has flown, 'Another'.
When asked, he raised his neck a little. I wondered what you were looking at, but thank you. He was just thinking. After a while, I said, ah, yeah.
Eventually, when I tend to lean slightly again, I exhale for a long time, slowly creating the shape of a grin. Then I said pompous, "You," but it took me a little while to figure out it was a call. Respond.
"What?"
and.
he said.
"You. Why are you protecting her?
She is...
It didn't have to be lost to show who. But because it was too abrupt and an unexpected question to return the answer immediately. In the meantime, Soaran continued his words.
"I've had some doubts about researching you again. Because she's a jewel-spitting daughter? I guess I promised to cure her physique. - But. If it's" just "why do you have so much to take care of?
"Do I look like I care so much about that? I intend to be within my proper bounds as an employer."
"That's what the basket looked like earlier."
The phrase seemed to be tearing this one up.
"Past - examining your predisposition before getting to know her, well, it's not nice. Mostly about women's relationships, though. I was just wondering if it would be so much trouble until I served my family on the day off that it would be different for people to start baking until I took care of that child's friends again. Was there any trigger, or what? Or do you have any reason to take care of it that much?"
"You think I'm into pedophile (Lorikon)?
"I wouldn't say that much, though.... Ah, don't worry about me, even though I don't despise you where I was willing to. Love takes its own form."
"Just kidding."
Kick lightly. And the pervert (Soaran) smiled.
Although.
- Wasn't that really, what he wanted to hear?
For some reason, I felt that way. Like I can't really ask you what you want to hear, but for, or 'I can't hear you anymore', I let go of another question. So,
"Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Yes, sir."
I asked him to confirm, but he also seemed to predict that Sputnik would say so. Without hesitation, he frowned, as if it had been written to answer the prepared script.
And his face was subtly distorted.
Laughing. I don't know because I can't see my eyes, but I seem to have smiled bitterly.
"No, don't look weird. I've been busy here for a while, and I haven't slept much. Only its head is fully operational, so I even think about the extra things. It doesn't mean anything, really."
Really. I said it again, just in case.
But the deception is also strangely lousy. - I wanted to know what this man was really going to ask.
"Hey."
"Bye. Say hello to 'Angel'"
But he had nothing more to say. I didn't even seem willing to answer.
Calling again but no reply, he ended up leaving only that question and ringing the doorbell.