Sputnik put his arms together and, leaning against the wall, watched the three people doing the work.
On the reception desk are two cups for visitors and a cup for Sputnik and Krew's personal belongings. There are other dishes loaded with cookies, but no one tries to get their hands on them except Sputnik.
Then. The little flower I put right in the middle of my desk and the elongated rectangle I put next to it is a 'sample' made by Sputnik with a needle. All made in accordance with the creation diagrams in the descriptive notes. I first made it in front of the three of them to show it, including the meaning of teaching them how to use the needle, but they figured out how to knit the basics, and then all three of them remain quiet and focused on hand.
Three people who are not in the habit of making something normal - "If it's a trap for the capture of magic girls, we research and prototype every day!" And Iraja, with her breasts stretched, was no-count - and now I was looking at how much I would make, keeping my back on the wall, but this is quite distinctive and interesting.
First, Luanne's at hand. I'm bored, I'm troubled by greed, and I can't even help the house, my mother often says silly things, but the knitting hand is very calm. The size of the braid fits for the first time as well, not bad. However, my eyes are getting tight by the way, probably because every time an 'angel' sits on the couch across the street roars, he's out of consciousness. Still, it was good for a beginner, and if this was some kind of course, it seemed like a knitting method that could give me the whole point.
Then, Ilaja. This one doesn't matter what Luann does, he's been moving the way he thinks. A neatly matched braid of such a size as to represent character is still somewhat overstuffed with whether it represents character. Stopping inadvertently, I stare at the needle, but now, what do you think?
And finally, the third. My beloved employee, Crewe...
The fastest way forward, but the size of the braid falls apart. The worst part is the knitting that starts knitting and knitting just around the middle on hand, with a big hole that looks like the tip of her pinky finger is going to get soaked in.
... Still, your eyes seem glittering and fun, and in the light of the sun slipping through the window, you can happily nod "yeah," or "hmm," with a strange face. I have the least idea of where I am convinced and where I am worried about my work, but I don't want to sell it, so I don't care about the ingenuity of it at this time. He seems to be enjoying himself, so let's do it. Whatever it is, if it's not work, it's best to have fun.
"... that"
And, inadvertently, Luanne raised her voice. I'm frowning and staring at myself. I took my back off the wall to ask, but Ilaja stepped out of the couch earlier than that. I don't know if you want to be older, or sincere goodwill, but I ask gently for Luang.
"What's wrong, Luann?"
"Oh, what, no, uh - su, Sputnik. Come on!
But the kindness also seemed poisonous to Luang's heart.
Sputnik's throat rang as Gubu and Sputnik pounced at the help they were unwilling to hide. I was going to laugh, but it didn't work, and I deviate from my face and ask, "What's wrong?"
When Luang rose from the couch, he came to Sputnik in a desperate manner. I scream as I press the needle I had against Sputnik.
"Here, here! I don't know. I lost it, here!
"Yeah......?
I try to take it, thinking it might be a shaved lie on the spot, but the size of the knitting was certainly distinctly different. I'm going to solve the problem of pulling and subtracting, and I'm going to give it back to him, "I'm not wrong, so watch out for the power of pulling yarns and knit again."
While we were interacting, the noose and all that said. That kind of crew was pointing this way, but I couldn't help but ignore it because I didn't know what I was trying to say. I thought she would say something, but as Luanne returns, she also lays down her face again and resumes work.
Totally personalized face, loosens the cheeks - right after.
Sputnik turned off his grin because he remembered an earlier, extra word.
- "You. Why are you protecting her?
The quote that came on its own, said something unsolicited, the word of that man who left his men behind. "Looks like I went to the inn first," I told Ilaja back, "but it was also a hassle to forgive her for what was unexpected. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sputnik moved his gaze and saw the chestnut-haired girl moving her fingertips. The needle moves and fits to tangle the thread, and for some reason even the lips are moving. Every time I let the needle I held creep into the yarn ring, the bounce of habitual hair hanging on my shoulder shook. It will depend on whether people find that adorable or not, but at least that's what Sputnik sees as her bizarre behavior as' funny '.
The only conclusion I had in mind was that it wasn't something I had to think deeply about, such as that man's question. It sounded like an out-of-the-box question, and he said "extra things" himself. I knew this one didn't have to worry about it, though.
Between Crewe and Ilaja, I look at two stuffed bears sitting face to face. Two faces that are not exactly the same but do resemble each other. He shows a dull face as if he is not interested in his husband, who works hard next door.
How can I protect you? I don't have an in-laws to answer, but for some reason, I think.
Reasons, etc., "I was attracted to the odd 'physique' of a jewel-spitting daughter," "I made a 'promise' to cure her," that's all I've thought of myself, and there's no other reason - it shouldn't be - for that matter.
But perhaps the man is not convinced by such an answer.
If you do think about it, it would seem like a strange story. Aside from whether or not this is a clean and white attitude to life, I don't deny, nor can I try to deny, that I once had a problem with my female relationship before I met this.
Causes of change of heart. That is not, of course, love or lust for this. I didn't have charity or anything to myself, but in the end I just have to say 'whimsy on the spot'... the explanation seems harder than I thought.
When you think so.
I thought I heard someone behind my head.
Whose was it? What a word.
- Faster than Sputnik gives the answer,
"Um, uh"
I did have something that shook my tympanic membrane. Give it back to me.
Focusing, when did Crewe, who had come before him, grabbed his' work 'and put it in front of Sputnik's face?
And at the same time as I realized that, something that sounded behind my brain disappeared without a trace.
"I want you to tell me, too. I envy you for telling me all about Luann."
All the time, I don't really care.
Just whatever it is, I don't feel bad for people who show interest in this stuff. I will only resurrect for a moment, forget something foggy for a moment, and listen to you as you receive the needle.
"That's good. I don't know what it is."
"Here. I'm bored."
Apparently the holes shown were not specifications. She seemed to care, too. Showing Sputnik wholeheartedly in his big eyes, he speaks of his own hope.
"I want to turn it down"
"Ahhh......"
However, the knitting is progressing further and further, and now I feel that it is difficult to solve the problem and go back.
Now what's the matter, when I frowned, accidentally.
White, small hands pointing to braids. Thin fingers, not comparable to those of him who stands out in the verse.
One of them, at the base of his index finger, barely noticed anymore, but he saw a small scar.
- Use that as an opportunity.
I remember the old days.