The spider walked on four of the eight legs and had 'it' up in the remaining four.
Soaran rounding his eyes. The fantion, on the other hand, walks flat to the spider without looking particularly surprised. The spider gently offered his possessions to the fansion.
"Thanks"
The fantion thanked him and received what the spider had brought. With both arms, gently, carefully. That is because the spider brought it, the creature, closed his eyes and slept peacefully.
That person-shaped thing, wearing a milk-colored soft looking connection and holding each of his little hands in front of his chest, sits still with his eyes closed. If you look closely, your eyelids move tingly from time to time, and your chest is slowly rising and falling... is this a well done doll, or.
Soaran asked the fantion, whispering - with a voice that was too low and plundered.
"... ho, real?
"Yeah. Here."
Are you used to it already, there's no danger in the fancy hand.
The fantion touches the baby's nose tip with the right hand index finger as it supports the baby's small body with one left arm. Her mouth, which was half open, opened wide, and she sneezed a little.
"Interesting"
"You can't bully me. Such a little girl."
I wanted to take it away, but if it's not a doll, I'm not sure I'll hold it well. I just protest and don't get my hands on it, I just watch.
"This... this child"
The whole thing.
As Soaran peered into the sleeping baby, the fantion tilted her neck, kann, with a look she was still not sure what she was thinking. And I said.
"It's your child."
"Wouldn't even be that kind of joke. Would you stop joking?"
I don't remember myself. Not yet. Once.
I recognize my hot cheeks and say them with my lips pointed, but there's no way this girlfriend is going to take into account people's - Soaran's heart's finesse, etc. She just didn't seem to want to play in a hurry forever, and she gave me an answer right away.
"It's really your mother's child."
"You say it in a roundabout way. I guess that means your sister."
"Maybe it will"
There are no elements that might be, and it will be.
But.
"But you're in trouble. I'm not celebrating anything with Angelica."
I didn't even know about the pregnancy. I didn't even know my belly was getting bigger because I didn't face-to-face the mansion every time I visited.... the functionality only speaks of my interests.
If you look where the baby's neck is sitting, it shouldn't even be right after birth. Is it too late now? To Soaran, who frowned and roared, the fantion said all the same.
"It's okay. I'm getting it. Celebration"
"Really?
"Put it together from the Association's headquarters. Some of them had Llang's name."
Cheng Cheng. Perhaps the educator or we received the information and processed it using this name.
I guess the educator or they decided it was the last thing Soaran didn't need to tell me. The criteria for information scrutiny around it are not clear.
"The next time I see your mother, I'm glad you're healthy for both mother and child. Congratulations, I guess I should just say so," the fantion continued - a very appropriate complaint. I guess it's not the subject of fantion interest, such as Soaran's decency and dating.
When she pointed her brown eyes at Soaran, she shook her arms in her arms.
"Want to hold it?
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
I nodded lightly. And I gently offered Soaran my arm with the baby - I thought.
When she grabs the baby's root with her right hand,
"Hi."
"Here!
Shit.
Soaran tried to take away the baby, which was offered with all sorts of hands, as if to give it even to the luggage there, and received it.
Make sure to wrap it with both arms to support it and watch how it goes. He was a suddenly hanging baby, but relieved because he kept sleeping as easily as if nothing had happened.
"This is how cats carry their children."
"People don't have kids like that! Uh..."
Remembering how the fantion was earlier, I'll hold it back. The puffy cheeks pulled just a little on what kind of dream I was dreaming, shaped like a laugh.
Are you no longer interested in what's out of your hands, the fantion is already pointing in a different direction. Reach for the spider's fluffy body and grain like two lapis lazuli - probably eyes. I guess I lovingly remodeled this part as well - I was doing it stroking between. And the spider, who also seems to have emotions, has a firm voice: Cu, Cui, and. Around you don't seem to escape, you must be happy. I'm sure.
"Thanks, Spider"
I feel a little uncomfortable with that word of the fantion.
"Don't you name him?"
"Name?"
For example, thank you human, just like you said.
Thinking about it and asking, the fantion gave Soaran a face that looked somewhat unexpected.
"You don't have to know, it's okay."
"I know."
"What a name, it would be a code for parents to identify their children. Because I only have this child."
A fantion that breaks the knee and takes the spider's feet like a handshake.
I don't have to. I know, but I can see it from the side, and it's a little too lonely. Normally, I don't even have a name for my parents - but I don't have to tell them that much, and Soaran realizes it. That's just sentimental.
That's why Soaran wasn't willing to say anything more about it, but thanks for that statement, it seems the fantion was intrigued.
"But, well, that's what my fiancée says."
As usual, I said something that would make me stand this way. Nevertheless, I can't even see pieces of feelings that take into account that tone, so it's not like I drew Soaran's sentiments.
Then the fantion went on like this.
"Llang, you decide."
"Huh?"
"Name of this child"
With the words, the pointed spider jumped pimply.
But all of a sudden I'm told... I'm too unscrupulous. Do you have a good name? Think a little and say what comes to mind.
"... I wonder what. Charles, or something."
"Good name"
To Soaran's naming, she replied, smiling. And
"Your name is Charles."
-You 're not hiring.
You said a good name.
I don't feel bad when I look at her sitting back though, putting her fingers up and remembering her name to the spider.
The fantion calls the spider "shal," and the spider, the naming shal, bounces right off. Watching with indescribable serenity, the baby in his arm moved back and forth. I was concerned about this dear girl, who wouldn't wake up after all this busyness.
"By the way, what's this kid's name?
"Huh?"
I enjoyed planting the art on Shall, and he seemed to have completely forgotten everything else. In Soaran's words, the fantion seemed to finally remember what was held in his arms.
"Your sister. This kid's got a name, right?
"Yeah."
Nod and put your hips back together. I ordered Shull to wait, and when he came next to Soaran, he gently stroked his sister's cheek, which was in his arms, with his fingertips.
And.
The code for the parent to identify. - She called the words she should have said herself, very loving.
"Cecil."
Oh, my God, that sounded sweet.
"That's a good name."
"Yeah."
I got to the same word she told me earlier, but it was heartfelt for Soaran. I can't help but remember the serenity of Cecil, the baby who keeps falling asleep.
But that doesn't last long, either.
Eventually what you hear from the hallway is the footsteps of the servants', bulky, busy walking down and down the hallway.
"Lady Cecil, Lady Cecil!
"Lady Cecil!
The urgency voice was calling the name of the baby here.
"I'm making a scene."
"I'm sure it will be."
But the look on the face of the fancy doesn't shake even at times like this.
It looks flat, just stating the facts.
"'Cause I brought myself to sleep"
"You!
Soaran roughed up his voice on it, at that moment.
Pachi.
- The baby's eyes opened.
"Ah."
Is the last thing that threatened her loud, or a stranger holding himself, or both? Though Soaran didn't know - either way.
Shortly afterwards, Soaran couldn't even block his ears and just endured the cry released from close range.