Do you want to fix it?
"Wait."
"If you can't fix it, will you start over?"
He said, "Just wait."
"I couldn't fix it. Huh?"
Shut up! Shut up!
"Heh, heh, heh."
With his cheek clasped, Crewe raised what a sad voice.
- Earlier.
What she brought with her pitiful look that seemed to cry was a flashly tangled knitting thread.
I was working alone in the room, and I dropped it on the floor along the way, and when I picked it up, the needle fell out, and I didn't know what was going on. I manage to 'look like it' and move on, but something's wrong - so, right now.
I was confused to prolong my crying, and I twisted my cheeks with one empty hand, but if I knew how it worked, I wouldn't be in great shape. I'll get up on my desk, pull around with my nails and untie the entangled parts. When I gave it back, it made me smile like I was lying until earlier when I was in tears.
"Thank you very much."
"Yee."
"I knew Mr. Sputnik was amazing."
"I don't care if they say it's awesome."
I didn't do as much. Yet I'm really worried about laughing with joy, and I feel like I want to do it again with my cheek.
Eventually Crewe resumed his knitting as he sat in the chair next to Sputnik.
"You're not going to sleep"
"We have to finish it tomorrow morning. Mr. Ilaja, I'm leaving tomorrow."
Does it intend to be a gift to Ilaja?
There were holes everywhere and I thought it was clumsy done, but if I looked closely, there seemed to be something about the plan that I wanted her to be quite regular about. It's like imitating something...... also tilting my neck when the holes are different in size.
I don't know what you want to make, but it's important to think about something original. Now I still can't grow. Short fingers are longer, and if I sharpen the technology, maybe it'll 'turn'.
Though it may be the eyes of the guardian. I think about that and laugh.
"What is it?
"No."
I didn't mean to say it in my voice, but did I notice it with signs?
Crewe, who accidentally raised his face, looks surprised. Sputnik lay down his face and hid the grin that had gushed. And instead, say something else.
"I wonder if Ruan will finish it by tomorrow."
"Do you have a ring?
"Oh. 'Cause he's gonna give it to Iraja, isn't he? Then..."
When I saw Crewe's decent look, I finally realized I said something I shouldn't have said. She doesn't know anything about Luanne's love pattern.
I covered my mouth with a shuddering thought, but it was too late. Crewe is listening to it.
"Why are you giving Mr. Ilaja the ring?
"... nothing"
"Why? Why? Why? Why?
Even smoke could have pushed me straight into the back of my lungs and told me I didn't need to talk to you, but there's no ashtray in the Hate and Crewe room. Smoking here would have caught my mind, even if it had happened more often.
A man - albeit a child - gives a woman a ring, and so on, and so on. For once, I groaned to keep my mouth shut, and then let him talk about the daytime backdrop. I heard everything. Crewe was pompous for a while, but eventually,
"But"
and groaned.
I do my gaze all over the place like I'm in trouble. What I'm trying to say, I kind of had a prediction.
"You're trying to tell me Ilaja has that one."
"Is that it?"
"You sexually perverted bastard who came with Ilaja"
"I'm here with you...... are you talking about Mr. Soaran?
That's rude to say, or shake it. Crewe doesn't know that the assessment is true.
However, there are things in the world that you don't have to know. Flushing appropriately to encourage her to get ahead of the story, she leaned her neck like she was in trouble, holding the needle.
"About Mr. Soaran...... that too. There's that, too, but"
The paradox is, what does it mean?
"But yeah"
"What's up?"
When I asked, I shut up for just one beat.
And with a corn, I say this.
"... who likes it or something like that probably isn't something you can say around yourself. I'm sure it's those people who decide who likes who. I like what I like, even if there's someone I like, and that's why."
In response, Sputnik stuck with words.
Because I thought it was a good thing to talk to a kid like I figured out - no. Crewe still didn't think he was old enough to talk about love.
But I don't think Luanne and Crewe are the same age. If so, it's no surprise that Klu has the same growth as Luann. And then...
"... Could it be about Ku, you, Luang?
"That's not true."
"No."
I asked him if he was shocked to realize that his own thoughts were one-way romance, but he was clearly prompted. That apparently wasn't a blindfold or anything, how out-of-heart it was, swelling my cheeks and staring at me. Apparently, I read too much deeply.
Off focus, I do my gaze on the shelf across the crew. At the bottom of a small goldfish bowl full of liquid, two or three jewels sink, shining. Sputnik knew that the filled clear liquid was not just water and that the bowl placed was not just interior. for washing gemstones.
When this one was out of sight, he got tired of being obstinate. "Absolutely," he muttered, restarting his knitting.
When we met, she regarded the gem as just annoying, but now it faded too, and I've learned to treat it little by little. Though not knowledgeable enough to buy or sell, it also seems to be starting to discriminate somewhat between good and bad quality. "I think this is a good one because it's small, but beautiful," "this is a little scarce," etc. The stone I bring is certainly worth it as its dimensions suggest.
at the same time Sputnik recalls that Crewe had planned to 'run away' the other day. It was a very dodgy plan, and I immediately came home frustrated and crying. but now is the time. Still, any day will be like wanting to be independent. Well, when was that?
Eventually, Crewe's, the needle stopped moving. I fastened the end and pulled it out of the needle. That does ring properly. I haven't cut the extra thread because I'm going to fasten the jewels later. "Is this how it is," he said, looking around. - But a spindle ring is a small thing. The dimness of the night goes hand in hand and is not well visible from the position of Sputnik. I wondered what things could have been done.
"Well, let me see."
"Ah."
Let's see, reach out. And she rushed to hide the ring.
"No, you can't."
"Why not?"
"Because it's not finished yet. Gems, too, are sewn properly. So, then, properly, kemp, kemp... yes, kemp, I do. Then I'll show you."
Kempin. - Is that a test?
I don't know what I'm proud of, I stretch my chest without.
"Kenpi, it's important. Very."
"You're not even selling it?
"But you can't. I want to check it out properly. I want to make it right for you."
I say and go back even further - but there was a huge abduction.
"Then take the test tomorrow and go to sleep already. Tomorrow's the day you can sew up the jewels, right?
"I'm not sleepy."
"What do you say with your wandering eyes"
"I can't swing. In evidence, close your eyes, you see a lot of knitting."
"Go to sleep."
The moment I said it, fuzzy, and a longer elongation came from her mouth. Plus, Peu, and a little sneeze ensued. Sneezing right after a defect is a perfectly clever guy.
Sputnik took his seat. Even if I'm here, I can't sleep.
"Bye. Good night."
At the entrance of the proprietary part, wear shoes. I'm tired of everything going on today. I went to the market with this, dealt with the wizard, and even said it was a holiday, even a production course...
I feel more tired. He said he was putting his finger in his heel and getting his shoes done.
"Um, Mr. Sputnik"
"What's up?"
"Nha..."
Finally her. I wondered what it was, but looking at her with her sleepy eyes, hooked a cardigan to her pyjamas, Sputnik also drowned.
Then, the aberration leaks.
Seeing it, Crewe laughed with a troubled, odd look.
"It's too late for that."
"Mm-hmm. If you have something to say, say it quickly."
"No, I'm fine. See you tomorrow."
"Right. Go to sleep, too."
Wave flirtatiously and say goodbye. Crewe nodded with that ambiguous grin and, as usual, replied, "Good night".