Resurrected is the memory of the day I 'hired' her.
"Nah."
Towards the 'wrap' held in his arms, Sputnik said, pompous.
Two things: there were no affordable rented carriage shops in the previous city, and when I decided to travel on foot, I was attacked by thieves. At last, Sputnik's mood wasn't very good from those three points, including the fact that he missed a lot of the thieves he defeated. But then his mood will change dramatically in Azit, where he was led to the head of the thief.
With his words, the luggage swells and wanders. It moved in the black cloth - the jacket Sputnik wore - which reflected him in his big, tinted eyes.
"Lady...... uh, Crewe"
I recall hearing your name earlier and say it again.
There was another thing besides the tear-like money of sparrows that they received as compensation for being attacked by thieves and pursuing 'mental pain'.
Spit out the gems, one girl.
When Sputnik called her name, she replied by blinking one thing, not words, but paps. Apparently I'm listening, so I keep figuring it out.
"You, what about the house? Born."
Child. - A very light child. The scratchy little hand is holding Sputnik's shirt tight. Fingers, feet, and whole body are unhealthy and thin, probably because they weren't given much to eat.
In response to her being 'kept' by a "I'm going to hire you" thief twist, Sputnik, yes, declared hiring. However, it is not easy to get a job, and employment requires a variety of contracts.
In the first place, from her childhood, there must be a guardian, and hey, to avoid getting screwed over in a contractual relationship, you should give it back to your parents once. Then I asked him if he could persuade the guardian to make this jewel-spitting creature his own, or if he didn't allow me to hire him, thank him for rescuing the thief.
"Of which…"
What returns is an unclear voice, as if you were dreaming. Eventually, with a fine voice, I don't know, it went on. I don't know if you have any memories, or because of your ignorance from a young age.
When that happens, well, what should we do? The quickest way to do this is to talk all the circumstances over to Crew Lol Jewelry Chamber's 'administrator' and request the process, which means they throw it round. That would be the easiest thing to do, but then you need to aim for when you're in the 'that' mood.... Speaking of which, there was a huge inadequacy in the paperwork I submitted from here, or something like I don't seem to remember being told, "Remember the next time I see you" -
…………
"Oh no. Let's start with a meal."
Trouble is on hold. I can also say that I ran away from the problem, but I have long said, 'You can't fight when you're hungry'. You should obey what you said earlier. Though I have rarely respected older people.
Then again, Crewe's face turned this way. Meals - I hear those words, my mouth says nothing, but my eyes are glittering. Speaking of which, since I said, "Let me feed you something," I didn't end up feeding you anything yet. In the bag, there must have been a lunch box made in the morning, in the city.
The truth is, I wanted to see a doctor before I ate and wash my dusty body, but it would take a little longer to get to the city. As for my body, I could have searched those streams and washed them, but Sputnik had no knowledge of whether it was something I could soak scratched children with unsanitized water.
"Wait a minute."
Lie down at the end of the road, lay the girl aside with each wrapped jacket, and explore the bag. Crewe looked at this one wonderfully for a while, but when he saw Sputnik take out his basket and water bottle,
"Dinner......"
"Wait, wait."
Keep the basket away from Krew, who realizes and embarks on himself.
There are two water bottles. Drinking water on one side and soup on the other. Sputnik got a little lost and then took the right amount of drinking water handkerchief.
Pull Krew's arm. And her body trembled. You seem scared. - Is that right?
"It's okay."
I said to her with a calm voice that would grow, and when I found out that the force had fallen out of her shoulder, I let her touch the cloth on her face. I'll rub my eyes and cheeks to the point where they won't interfere with the wound.
"Mpu. Mpu."
"And then, hands."
Five fingers. There are no defects, but there are a number of small scratches, and although the nails are not peeled off, they are stretched or shortened on the contrary, and they are chipped and blurred everywhere.
When I added water to the handkerchief and wiped his hand, he said in a small voice, "I want to put it on." Frowning, smiling slightly. Cheng Cheng thought about whether this girl would laugh with that face or not.
I didn't think of it. - Ask, letting yourself hear such excuses.
Doesn't it hurt?
"Dinner......"
"Close the conversation."
Apparently he won better on an empty stomach.
Totally. Though, as I said, before I dare to answer her desires, is it first? I didn't think my shape would come close to standard so easily where I fed one or two meals, but I didn't want to keep seeing my scratchy poor phase body for a long time. If you want to recover your health and shape, eat first.
Open the water bottle and fill the lid with the liquid inside. It's a soup where vegetables and chicken are simmered in consomme stock. I sipped it and it was still faintly warm.
"Oh......"
"I'll give it to you right away."
I just took a bite to taste first, and I hope you don't sound sad.
Sputnik not so much of his medical knowledge, but he knew the term 'sick cannibalism'. Now, what would be appropriate as something that would feed a human being who had barely eaten. Something as good for digestion as possible......
The troubled phrase, I broke the bread in half and stained the soup a little.
"You don't have to eat bread. Just a little soup."
"Habu"
"I'm telling you not to eat."
From the moment I was offered food, it seemed I could no longer hear Sputnik's words or anything else.
And in the end, the bread, the soup - although I took it up that boned chicken was "bad for digestion" - all ate up. I was worried about her stomach, but I'm sure she'll be fine because I'm not sick. On the contrary, it still doesn't seem to be enough and I care about the basket very much.
Well, what else, what could they possibly feed you? Grilled seafood skewers, fried food...... I took a bite and wondered if white fish would be okay, and the spices worked intensely, so I forgave them. Because I saw people eating, I managed to guard the basket from Krew, who couldn't contain me, while checking the contents of the basket.
... Well, can I eat this? When I took up the tart and offered him only the part of the marmalade with a spoon, he did not hesitate to include it in his mouth.
It responds better than the earlier bread. I held my cheeks and said "yummy" as if I were sighing.
"Wow, it's delicious"
"Right."
"Wow, wow..."
And abruptly cut the word.
Blink and stretch your shoulders.
"What's up?"
Strong shoulders began to shudder small, and eventually the shudder coughed. Keho, Keho and throat-shaking gently slapped her back, eventually a clear red gem rolled over the grass.
Pick it up. Similar to Ruby or Garnett, but that discernment doesn't make Sputnik. But - very good stone, I thought.
You spit out the foreign matter and it was refreshing, and I gave her another marmalade and now every spoon. I just skew my cheeks a little and laugh again. When I received a sparkling marmalade of amber with honey in it, I began to lick it with a little bit of it, looking important.
While looking sideways at her like that, Sputnik contemplates future action. First you go back to the city, with the doctor, then your share of the meal. No, better than that, 'get in touch'. That anger may not have subsided yet, but I can't replace my belly on my back. So he took the letterset out of his bag.
Kids. Spit gems. The destination has already decided what to write…
"Mr. Sputnik?
- He called me by my first name, and said to me,
Focusing on the shadow in front of you, there is a strange crew face. Sounds like I got depressed in my thoughts at some point. Very - not so much, memories from a few years ago.
The employee in front of you (Crewe) is somewhat bigger than what you see in your memory.
Untainted cheeks, neat nails, and appropriate attire. … but
"This"
"What?"
Taking Krew's hand, which held the needle, Sputnik pounded and murmured.
A wound that formed at the base of my finger. It's loud and hard to understand, but Sputnik has found it. Reminds me of her once, smiling face as if it had pulled. However,
"Oh, is this it? During this time, I found a cat napping when I was shopping, but when I tried to stroke her, she caught me. But it doesn't hurt anymore, so it's okay."
"... what"
Somehow, I feel like I'm losing my shoulder strength. That's right, it was years ago. I can't believe there's still a scratch back then, that's why.
It's all because that idiot said something strange. Shake the coverings.
"More than that, you know. Look at this."
But Crewe doesn't seem to know about Sputnik's troubles. Claim by pointing to the big hole in your "work". Blurry to think, I immediately came up with a solution.
"Ahhh... there you go. Well, why don't we bury it in stone?"
"Stone?"
"Why don't you sew it in later, even with the right color gems? If it's a guy with a lot of scratches and not a sale, I'll give it to you later. I'll show you how to sew."
And Crewe sighed with a cheek.
"Gems. Lovely."
"Then you can leave it there, knit as much as you can elsewhere to keep your knitting constant"
"Yes."
Apparently Sputnik's suggestion was to her liking. Bright grin and nod loudly. A cloudless smile at one point.
- But there,
"Stupid crew!
It was Luang who pinched his mouth.
"It would be like a real ring if it had gems in it! Ekohiki! Ekohiki!!
"I hope you got hitched. Mr. Sputnik is my employer... and now he's just my employer, but in the future, uh..."
"It's sloppy anyway! I don't care if you're a parent or an employer or whatever!
"It's not good! Nothing is good!!
"Oh, shit, okay, okay."
Chewing luan and cheekswelling crew. I'm not sure where it hits me, and I didn't feel like they were doing it well to give me even a gem with a piece of copper coin, but it's so much better than having kids fight with each other softly. I waved one hand.
"I'll give it to you later. Decide what you want."
"Thanks! Okay!
To that interaction, Krew laughs fluffily, "Good for you, Luann-kun" again. I have forgotten earlier that it was going to be a fight. Luanne said, "Oops" with a smile still - then.
I put my hands on my knees and put my strength into my fists.
"By the way, does Ilaja like any gems?"
"Gems? Yeah, I think they're all nice..."
Ruan's utterly insignificant - just unaware of them - to investigate, Iraja turns her gaze to the void. Favorite gem.
Eventually I dyed my white cheeks just a little red and replied blurry about what I had in mind.
"... Peridot or something, isn't it nice"
"Oh my God!
But Luang, who had no reason to know what people were 'thinking' of, replied cheek-breaking and energetically. Next to Luang returning to work in a good mood, Ilaja whispers, "Um".
"I'll give you the money..."
"Ah, fine, fine. I'll give it to you too, so you can make whatever you want."
Keep your head down, thank you, or I said it in a thin voice. - Not at all.
Leaning against the wall with a view of the children's love patterns and such, Sputnik once again turns his thoughts to his past self.