"It's just now -!
Crewe went back to the store after all, around lunch. I smiled at the entrance door, holding what I could buy, what I got.
- An obviously grumpy Sputnik was sitting at the counter.
"What's wrong with stupid nuts?"
I'm back at the police station.
After he gave me some information about the inn at City Hall, I asked Krew, who tries to head over to the decided inn, "Shall I follow you?" He asked me, "but Crewe turned it down. Because if the nuts were with me, I would definitely rely on the nuts.
After he broke up with Crewe, Nat said he was going back to his job as a police officer. That's why I answered - it's rare for Sputnik to say something that would make me want to see her. I ask him, tilting his neck, wondering what the hell happened.
"How can I help you, Mr. Nuts?
"Reward, demand, demand!
That's how Sputnik yelled as he spoke word for word. At the same time, the left hand exposed has a tape wrapped around his index finger. That injury I was able to do when the nuts accidentally opened the door in the processing room.
slamming the counter frustratingly at the tip of his right hand finger, repeating the shake of poverty, he says.
"Damn it, you too. I don't know where that fool took me and what he instigated (or what), but the crap is -"
"Oh, yes!
Yes. Crewe wanted to talk more about the cause of Sputnik's grump, etc., something important happened. I put down a bunch of paper bags I bought into my feet and removed an elongated envelope from inside. And a piece of paper in it, Krew pointed it at Sputnik, and made him proud to put it up.
He read out the letters written there.
"Accommodation vouchers?
"Yes."
Sputnik's eyebrows stopped in surprise. Why did you say that? That's the look on your face.
but he seemed to recall his earlier words and actions without having to ask Crewe, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows soon disappeared and at the same time his lips loosened slightly. Face that doesn't hide that one.
"... what, are you seriously going to stay, you"
"Yes."
Crewe, on the other hand, nodded loudly, without hiding the excitement springing up in his chest.
"Tomorrow night was free, so I'd like to stay. Can I take the day off from work tomorrow?
"Fine, but are you ready or something?"
It doesn't get wet there.
Crewe quickly made a grip in front of his chest,
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
"Where do you remember those words?
Close one eye and wink - but I really close both eyes. I tried a few times but it didn't work, and in the end, I gave up.
Anyway. Crewe lifted the large paper bag at his feet "at last" and put it on the counter,
"I've bought a lot of staying gear too!
Because it was my first stay alone, I thought I'd never gone over caution, so I bought this in shops all over the city.
"First of all, this is the change of clothes."
There are three pairs of clothes. When I leave the house, and the next morning, for dressing in the inn, and then, bedtime. I also thought about taking the sleeping roll with me that I was used to wearing, but it was a blame outing and I won the desire to make a new one.
"This is the toothbrush and the towel for washing your face."
Toothpaste prioritized adulthood and chose something to do that would eliminate strawberry flavor, but towels chose something cute for that matter.
"This is the big towel for when you get out of the bath"
On a lonely night, it would be hard if I cooled down and caught a cold. To avoid that happening, a fluffy towel that wraps around Crewe's entire body completely.
"This is the slipper you wear in your room."
A slipper with a tail on the heel with a cat's face where he puts his toes in. I wasn't really planning on buying a slipper, but when I went to the clothes store, I was lined up at the cashier's, and my cat's crushed eyes said, "Buy it! I couldn't help but look like I was saying."
"Then this is your book to read when you couldn't sleep at night, and when this couldn't sleep, milk to make hot milk, sugar, honey and..."
I recall, yes, as I put them out of the bag one by one and arranged them on the counter.
Some people say they can't sleep when their pillows change. If...
"You also have to take the pillow!
"Wait, wait, wait."
What a name! I thought... but Sputnik waved his arm without force to forgive me.
"What is it?
"That's all, you mean the luggage for the night"
"Not all of them. I'll bring you something else."
"It's not."
"Ah, Ma will leave you a message!!
"Not quite."
I was going to care because Sputnik had to miss him, but that's not what he cared about, apparently.
So what? Tilting his neck, Sputnik said this with his cheek cane.
"It's just one night and you take such a large quantity"
Luggage spread all over the counter if you notice. Just in case - and I bought in as much as I could think of, but it can be a little, no, no, it can be tough to walk with that on your own.
Then we have to reduce something. I can't scrape my clothes off and... when I put my hand on my jaw and roared, Hmm.
"... why"
Unexpectedly his voice raised his face, but Sputnik had not seen Crewe. Pull out the thin thread crumbs on the tape on your fingers and try to drop them in the trash bin at your feet. but there shouldn't be any wind in the store, the whimsical yarn took the liberty of changing the direction of travel and fell off the trash can to the deviated floor.
Without even trying to pick it up. Just watching, Sputnik blurted and continued.
"Why would I want to go there?"
That place.... would not be synonymous with the Inn.
- School (that kind of place).
In the questioned crew, something like a vortex appeared. That's anger called to ridicule a place called the school that Crewe wants to go to, not.
It's a whirlpool of disgusting emotions that have recently appeared all the time in my mind, and I've quit - and what's in it is my friend (Ilaja) 's irresolvable smile, his desire to be next to Sputnik. A whirlpool made of all those different things mixed together is sure to hit Sputnik's 'why' answer. But in Krew's known words, I can't describe that whirlpool well.
Crewe coughed when he remembered something that accidentally came up from his throat. As usual, one thing with the corn, the gem rolls. I'm in there about this inexplicable 'physique' of my own, and Yan Yan.
Seeing such a crew, Sputnik frowned. It also resembles the look on your face when you hate something, but the wrinkles carved between your eyebrows aren't as deep as you hate them, and they seem a little different. I can see that little 'difference' in the crew of a relationship that's not short. And whenever a whirlpool appears in Crewe's heart, Sputnik makes that face.
Eventually he slipped his gaze from Crewe and rose out of his chair.
"Ma, fine. Do as you please. Just."
A tone that even remembers the cold, depending on the person who hears it, like pushing it away. That was a way of saying it that was never unusual for a moody Sputnik. I didn't mean to hurt you, but...
So Sputnik shut up just a little bit. The silence seemed hesitant (for example) to speak its continuation, but the continued language was as ironic as usual. So I'm sure what seemed like it was just an illusion of Crewe.
Sputnik looked down, as usual, at Crewe, who did the instant, and said:
"I don't know how I cried when I put a stuffed animal in a futon at night."