"... Hmm?
The light of the day slipped through the window dazzled and Crewe woke up.
When I pulled the duvet and tried to escape the light of day, all I heard was an adorable voice called Pichi, Pichi. When I rub my eyes and crawl out of the futon, two sparrows are playing right outside the window.
If I offered you sweets, would you eat them? Get out of bed, pick up a piece of cookie on your desk, and stop by the window.
"Pippi, pippi"
Knock on the window, say hello, to get you noticed. To show that there is no hostility, while also imitating the sounds of sparrows.
but that wasn't good. Both of the sparrows that Klu noticed flew right off and disappeared into the distant sky. Keeping the cookie in his hand, Crewe dropped his shoulder.
"Is that...?
- That's when I realized.
For the discomfort in the room.
"Oh, that, that...?
Turn the futon of the bed, don't see it, and do the same with the other bed. I didn't even see it there, and Crewe left the bedroom. I'm not even in the bathroom, the bathroom, or the kitchenette. Though the closet couldn't be opened by the power of Crewe and gave up - he's nowhere.
Sputnik is nowhere.
A tingly unpleasant sensation springs from within the crew. You can find it right away because it's in a room that's not that big, but you're nowhere around two or three.
No way. They left you?
Maybe. Last night, it also said selfishness in the middle of the night, so Sputnik may have exhausted his affection because of his cancer to let him do his job. I tried to steal a bag, so I couldn't have an employment relationship with a kid like that anymore.
"Uh... no... no..."
Born anxiety spreads and fills Crewe's head. I'm not supposed to be such a person, but still, Crewe's past experience doesn't allow him to believe. Maybe he got dumped. Maybe it was sold - not someone who would do that! I desperately wave and deny the nasty imagination that springs up like a haunt, but my self in the back of my belly spirals a laugh. Ask about the brutal reality.
Then why isn't he here right now?
I don't have the words to answer. Power falls out of his legs and sits on the wood floor.
My stomach was sore and I coughed up. I fold my body in so much pain, my shoulders on the floor. It creeps up from inside your body, signs other than gems......
That's when the door opened. Leather shoes appear in the eyes of Crewe crawling on the floor.
"Hey!"
Someone held me up abusively when I thought I heard something falling from Dosari.
Grey eyes reflect the crew. To bitterness, to relief, came tears.
"Ugh."
"Is it painful"
"Uh-huh."
I was relieved. But the nausea still doesn't stop.
The barrel is in sight, reaching out. A little too far away to reach, I thought, Sputnik's long arm drew it to me and gave it to me. When I stuck my face in, I first coughed up, and the gem fell in the barrel, making a dry noise.
And a lot of sour stuff came out, too, like chasing gems. I sneeze on the glittering stone, and it takes what was dinner last night. I'm sure Sputnik will look disgusted with the dirty gem - trying to get his hands on it if he doesn't at least take it out quickly, he grabbed that hand and said "stop".
"Fine, let it all out. What goes out, everything."
"Ugh."
Let's go, let's go, let's go. Put your hands on the edge of the barrel and vomit. Sputnik was rubbing my back all the way until Crewe calmed down.
"Are you okay?"
I spit out my stomach juice a few times, and then even if I don't get anything out of it, my stomach hurts too much. but clinging to his chest, the pain subsided slightly. Whatever happens here can be reassured unconditionally. Whatever happens, he protects, he helps.
So...
"Are you sick?"
"... don't go"
I knew it wasn't the answer. Still, I couldn't help but say.
I pressed my mumbling head against Sputnik's chest, losing words, and grabbed my shirt hard. As much as possible, so we can stay close to him.
"Leave me, don't leave me... be a good boy, I will"
Then, for a moment, Sputnik looked like a sniffle - and then, whoops, exhaled.
"... I was just going shopping"
"Are you crazy...?
"That."
From the mouth of the paper bag thrown out onto the floor, a sandwich or something peeks. I had it yesterday morning too, it's bakery bread. The sandwich is a bit big and thick, but I enjoyed opening my big mouth and biting it so much that it quickly became Krew's favorite. Did you remember that you bought me again?
The signs of food rang Krew's belly.
It was loud, so naturally it also reached Sputnik's ear. He laughs joyfully.
"Are you hungry out there?"
"... Yes"
"Well, let's put something in my stomach."
When I said it, he let Krew go and let him stand on the floor.
Clear the bucket, scratch, and change. Though they told me to stay in my bedroom if I'm not feeling great, the yellow check long sleeve piece I had available is a delicacy I've been looking forward to wearing since last night. The choice not to change was not in the crew.
Take off your bedtime clothes, put your arms through the piece, and put your head out. Looking in the mirror, it looks like it was tailored to be worn by Crewe, as expected. The shoulder width is perfect and the design is adorable. The frilly hem was flickering at knee height.
"Mmm."
Put your hands on your hips, chest up. Until earlier, I wasn't feeling well, but I feel good as a lie. In the mirror, Sputnik turned this way like he was out there doing something - and when I saw the - I noticed under his feet that something I didn't know was rolling.
Looking back. The paper bag was rolling.
The design is slightly different from that of the bakery. And it's so big...
"Ah. That's right."
Sputnik, who noticed Krew's gaze, says as he prepares bread, warm soup with hot air rising, and tea.
"You said you wanted a job. So..."
There's a job that Crewe can do, too, in the bag! I rushed over and tried to open it, but before that, Sputnik lifted it up and took it on my shoulder. Reach hard for both hands, but of course not.
"Please, please"
"Let's eat first. Eat."
"Please"
"It's the employee's job to follow the owner's instructions."
I thought the bread was that delicious sandwich - only the soft spot of the baguette crept through and the jam came out.
"I can't let the guy who just threw up eat me," Sputnik said. "That's not the problem," he said, telling him to be careful not to spit it out.
"Well."
When the meal was over and the top of the table was cleared, Sputnik said this to Crewe, sitting across the street.
"Before I go to work, I'm gonna give you my salary first."
"Salary......?
"That."
Repeat, Sputnik nodded. Salary, I knew the word. When you work, you only get what you work for.
But.
"I haven't done anything yet."
"That's enough jewelry to throw up."
"So, but"
"Anyway, this is your paycheck."
On my desk, I was given an envelope.
I'm not sure if I can really take it, but Sputnik didn't seem to intend to be able to pull it in. I pick up the envelope, looking at him in the arm.
It was not pasted. Flip over and shake the envelope and there's a coin on your desk...
"Yi, to, …"
Count the fingers.
Four copper coins.
"I can't believe it, that's your take on this one. I'll keep the other paycheck in the bank in your name. One day, I'll give it to you when I need it. The amount you hand over increases as you grow.... now, even then, it would be a lot of money for you"
The meaning of that Sputnik word, I wasn't sure, and I didn't even try to understand. Because at that time Crewe had the best of it just about the coins that spread on his desk.
Own, for yourself, money. - But.
"Ko, this is, the"
"Yeah?"
"Hey, what should I buy, okay...?
Crewe has never had a money for himself. Naturally, I've never even used it for myself. So I don't know what to do.
Then Sputnik laughed.
"Buy whatever you want. I'll manage my meals and necessities for the time being, so it's a dime. Confectionery, toys, whatever you want."
What I like. I don't know what I like.... Sputnik laughed again when he said he was lost, "You should think slowly".
"Then"
Sputnik then lifts the large paper bag he had placed under his feet onto the table and pushes it towards Krew, just like the envelope. I thought it was heavy, and even Krew's arm lifted it up lightly.
I wonder what's in there. I thought I'd take a peek.
"This, too, is your salary. This is the only time I've paid in kind."
"Mr. Rabbit!
Inside the paper bag was a whole bunny stuffed animal. My eyes are twitchy, my body is fluffy, pink, what a cute stuffed animal! When I hugged her, she smelled slightly like flowers.
There is also one rucksack in the paper bag. The rucksack had a tie, and when I followed ahead, there was a pouch on it. I think I can replace my wallet.
"They say that stuffed animal is a stuffed animal that eats bad dreams. When you go to bed with this, you don't have to dream about it."
Oh, my God.
"Mr. Rabbit, it's amazing"
"Something like that, I'll do two jobs for you"
Sputnik raised his thumb and middle finger. "Every Odd" by Krew I've been waiting for. I kept holding a stuffed animal, but nature and Crewe's spine stretched.
he said.
"The first is to sleep alone, the second is to carry this on your back"
"Take this."
"I'm a traveling merchant, so I'll never be in this city forever. I'll take you out of this city, of course, but then you'll carry it."
"Is that all...?
"Only, that's not a good way to say it. It's a serious mission."
Critical. Is it?
But when Sputnik tells me, I do feel that way, too. When I looked at the face of the stuffed animal again from the front, the stuffed animal looked at Crewe and said, "That's what I mean, thank you" - I felt like it.
"Um, uh, work, I'll do my best!
"Ooh. Good luck at best."
Seems careless too, Sputnik's reply. But I was happy with the stuffed animal in my arm and the "job" I got.
When I woke up, outside the window was stained with cedar.
Grab a stuffed animal and stand by the window. The sunset that plugs in creates a long, long shadow in the room.
Those above the sky were already turning blue.
"... uh-huh"
Old, I dreamed. In just one room, hugging a stuffed animal.
When would it have been? - When did the fear of not wanting to be alone turn into the desire to be alone?
Sputnik is now in the same city, under the same sky. Still, a little, lonely. The Jewelry School is very, very far away in the city of Vealton. "I didn't know I cried hard," I remembered Sputnik's words, just for a moment, and the back of my eyes got hot.
I wonder what I wanted to do. With that in mind, watching the streets stained with sunset.
"Ah."
In the shadow of a man walking down the road, I found a pair I was used to seeing.
"- Mr. Nuts, Mr. Elsa!
The voice seems to have arrived. Two gazes turn this way.
The two smiled similarly and waved at me the same way.