And the next day.
"Done!
Crewe was the first to raise his voice like that on the reception couch at the store.
foundation knitted in dark blue yarn and water-colored stones sewn up there. I give a very happy voice to the small but glittering 'achievement' I put on my desk. Last night, she would have stayed up late, but she's fine.
And then we barely stayed between them,
"I could do it too."
"Oh, me too!
And the voice of two of her friends continued.
Sit in the counter chair and watch the blur and the sight of the kids telling you it's not even oh. I'd like to tell him to be a little quiet now, although I don't know what it's like to be a maker.
When what you create shines as a shape in your hand, it increases to nothing and exalts. If that's the first time I've created it with my own hands - although I don't remember Sputnik anymore - all the more so.
When I was young, when I first made something. I tried to imagine what I would have made, but soon, a woman's face passed behind her brain. At that point, it was decided that it wasn't a piece of shit anyway.
I decided to stop thinking and look to the present. At Crewe's suggestion, the three of them have started wrapping by removing wrapping paper and the like on their own from under the counter. but
"... do you need to?
"What?"
Regardless of Luann's thoughts, in Krew's case, it would not be a gift to someone. I don't mean to tell you not to, but I was concerned about need and effort and stuff like that. Do you want to 'align' with your friends?
When I asked, I leaned over and said something like "the" or "the" - something seems hard to say. Eventually, with the ribbon in one hand, Iraja said, "I'm sorry, store owner. Mr. Crewe, I think this ribbon looks great on you!," he pinched his mouth as if to let Krew escape from here, and went straight back to the shiatsu reception space. What thoughts do you have?
Eventually, as a matter of course, Luanne, who finished the product, starts to twitch. Eventually he stopped being patient, and this is how he eared to Sputnik when he came inside the counter.
"Shh, Mr. Sputnik. I need a favor."
"What"
I'm going home. Give this to Mr. Ilaja.
Lose your back.
"Ya. Can you take care of that much?"
"Please. I'm already dead."
"As swollen as man fell in love, you have to come out with a blade, poison, rope, and even a man to die. Don't worry. And rebellion."
You're going to die.
"You're not going to die. Now I'm alive. First of all, think about it. If you're the one who would be happy to get a gift from Iraja directly or from someone else."
"I'm happy for both"
"Idiot."
- I was just having a conversation about something like that.
"Oh, you know, uh"
It was Crewe, whoever it was, who interrupted the secrecy between the two men.
My cheeks are red for some reason. What you're gripping is the wrapping paper earlier. Around the ribbon wrapped, clumsily I seem to have managed to wrap it - I seem to have made an effort to wrap it.
But I wonder what's wrong with that. Does that mean you can help me because I can't wrap it up beautifully myself?
"What's up?
When asked, Crewe looked back at the couch. Ilaja, with her hands on her mouth like a loudspeaker, said, "Come on, Mr. Crewe!," he cheers. And I said, "Yes!" He nodded loudly.
What's going on? Before I tilt my neck, Crewe takes another big, deep breath.
And he stuck out the wrapping paper in his hand, pointing it at Sputnik.
"This, this, that, su, to Mr. Sputnik!
Me?
"Um, me, when I was going to make the ring, I was going to give it to Mr. Sputnik... and, you know, I made it by imitating the design of the ring I got before. It was hard to make clean, but, good luck!
- This, again.
Sputnik follows, looking at Luang and his face. You didn't even know Luanne looked surprised.
I didn't have to bother remembering what kind of design she was talking about: The Ring You gave me before. Because Crewe still fits in his fingers.
And what's in that hand is the store wrapping paper and then.
"Oh, I've also written to you!
I always saw the chicken-filled envelope I put up with. Not so far back in the day.
The wrapping, which is a gift, is once on the counter. The notes I took out of the note were also all over the chicks, and they were still the same as "Yui Gonji" I read one day.
"Read well!
Declare the beginning with an inverted voice.
Sputnik put his legs together, elbowed to the counter, fisted his cheeks and listened to her speak.
"Honjitsu is very sunny, uh, yes"
He remembered it by mistake somewhere, the writing out of the letter goes on for a while. But that was just the beginning, and along the way, it turned into her, her kind of sentence.
What is told is everything here these days. That I was following after trying to do Sputnik's "That's Right," and that I'm sorry I bothered you to try to run away from home. That I've been glad to have you following me around a lot lately. That I was also happy to be taught how to make a ring last night... and that and this is sporadically spoken of.
"The city of Riafiat, uh, a third, is a flower. A third of them are flowers, so wow, flowers. But I'm amazing, Mr. Sputnik, and full because I don't know what happened before I met Mr. Sputnik, because it's all with Mr. Sputnik. It's more full of Mr. Sputnik in me than flowers in Liafiat City. Well, in the figure, here's the thing."
And they give me a single note. There was a mysterious bar chart drawn there. On the side of the graph it says Ku, Mr. Sputnik, the city of Riafiat, flowers,.
"Do you understand?
"Okay."
I don't know, but I guess if I don't answer that, I won't be able to move on. Nodding back, Crewe strained his chest to his satisfaction. And start reading more.
"I've had a lot to be afraid of before, but that's why I met Mr. Sputnik, so I was wondering if it was good. It may be a shame you don't know what happened before you met Mr. Sputnik, but if Mr. Sputnik is full, that's okay, I think. So."
So Krew looked up once and looked at Sputnik and grinned.
"Ku is glad to be an employee of Mr. Sputnik."
- Because I was hired.
Unexpectedly then, a scratchy girl's word came back to the back of her brain. A word she answered to Sputnik when she didn't know anything about herself, nothing. That must have been the beginning.
What beginnings for who? - Well.
Knowing or not the thoughts of her employer, her 'letter' goes on.
"So, so, cu, cu..."
But.
What happened, Crewe cut the word there. Your face turns red to your ears, tingly, tingly your nose trembles. He also seems to have a strange sweat, his gaze leaves the letter, and he wanders around. Now he gave a troubled look to the cheer of "Good luck, Mr. Crewe". What the hell happened - eventually.
"Chi, wait a minute!
Apparently he couldn't stand it any longer. Krew grabbed the letter and went back inside "Employee Only". Bubble... and the footsteps went away, and eventually the bubble again... and the noisy footsteps approached,
"Thank you for waiting!
For the bathroom, it was very short.
I don't know what I've been doing, I'm back. Crewe's right thumb has some sticky ink on it for some reason. But I read out the rest of the text quickly, without talking about the reason.
"Always, uh, thank you. Keep studying a lot and working hard as an employee, so tell me a lot. It's over!"
Titty, and again the sound of applause. It belongs to Ilaja.
Upon completion of the reading, Crewe returned the note to the envelope as it had originally been, sticking it out this way with the package.
"Do too," he receives, removes the note and reads it flush. The exact same sentence she phonetically read was spelled out in childish and habitual letters, but in the second half, only a part of what she said was inked and rendered illegible. They said something about it, but now, what was it about? That part that went black, watermarked by lights, was unlikely to be legible.
It won't be a big deal though. When I conclude so, I return the letter and place it on the counter.
And now when I opened the packaging, the ring came out of it. Undressed it.
I made it look like Sputnik's ring, she said. Nevertheless, the arms and materials of the maker are different. The diagrams that I could make are completely different, and the designs that used curves like crawling with the original rings have become porous holes everywhere because of attempts to reproduce them with unfamiliar knitting.
But if I could line up with her fingers with the ring in place, I only felt like I was trying so hard to make it look like her.
- So Sputnik laughed bitterly about it, not because of its good fortune.
"... aah"
I put it in the palm of my hand, and then my voice leaked.
Krew opens his eyes to Sputnik's reaction, as he was struck.
"Ya, I knew it wasn't pretty... don't you need it,"
"No."
Make a denial and roll the ring in the palm of your hand.
I'm not talking about being there or not needing it, or being beautiful or not. It's just...
"This is a ring."
"Yes."
"I'm not coming in."
"Eh."
The thinnest of fingers, actually fitted to the little finger on the left hand to show. Sputnik's finger, thicker than Krew's finger at all costs, did not make it a good idea to pass it through. Stop perfectly on the verse. That, then, in a stunned manner, I grab Sputnik's left hand and pull him in, observing him up close. but are you lying or something? If you try to force me in any more, I'm sure the thread will be ripped off.
Speaking of which, I gave Crewe that ring because I was the wrong size. - Totally, all the similarities you don't need.
Disappointed, Crewe drops his shoulder. But Sputnik didn't point to failure because he wanted me to look like that.
Damn, he's a big face change guy. One day, all you had to do was distort your lips like you pulled.
How long has it been like this? With that in mind, Sputnik took up the ribbon he used for the packaging, instead of his finger, and put it through the ring. And when I tied the end through and made the ring, I hooked a ribbon ring to my index finger and looked at the fluttering ring.
"This way, let's put it on the wall of the machining room. Wouldn't that make it an interior?"
I'm not sure if the ring hung like that is excellent as an interior.
As good as her growth record, wouldn't it be?
"Please take care of it"
"As much as possible."
When he answered, Crewe laughed, fumbling. Then,
"One day, you'll be prettier, and you'll be able to make the perfect ring for Mr. Sputnik!
With both hands, I saw Crewe making fists all the time, and I remembered those perverted words.
"Why are you protecting her?" - And I laughed.
Because I was hired.
If that's her behavioral principle, I'm sure she will, too.
Because I'm hiring.
Because she hires her as an employee, because she gives herself the job she deserves as an employee. It doesn't mean anything else. - Even if it did, you don't have to bother to put it into words, I'm sure.
"Right."
"Yes."
Sputnik replied well, stroking her head.
Trouble, laughter, growing head. Perhaps the day will come when I would like to do the ring in my hand to someone other than Sputnik.
That would be fine. Sputnik laughed.
"I'm looking forward to it."
Just treat her like a customer then.