"I was surprised. All of a sudden someone calls me up and I look up, and there's Crewe in the inn."
On the first floor of the inn, at the dining room.
Three crews and nuts, Elsa, lined up in the counter seat. Crewe sits in the center, trying to pinch it and Nuts and Elsa sits.
It's dark out the window and it's already a good time to drink. Guests eat and drink thoughtfully at the table seats around. It's unusual to have a local child about Krew's age at a time like this. "That. You're the little one from the jewelry store," the drunk who stops by to give a little bit away, the innkeeper chased me away. With the bottom of a beer jock or the corners of a basin.
Nuts and Elsa said that once in a while the two of us were meeting and rendezvous after work to try to have dinner, looking for a store and walking. Tell Elsa, who doesn't know what's going on, nuts and me, briefly about today. Elsa nodded and laughed, "You did," she said.
One drink at a time is placed before each. Crewe is orange juice and nuts and elsa are alcoholic beverages. Nut drinks are blue-green, Elsa drinks are pink on top and orange on bottom. Although I envy it for its very beautiful color, Crewe doesn't even know its name.
"Cheers."
The glass touches each other. Chan, and the sound made Crewe feel a little grown up.
What's on the big plate that eventually came out? Tuna salad, cream pasta and stewed seafood oil. Elsa split it a little bit into small plates for me.
"Thank you"
"You're welcome. By the way, do you have any trouble staying or anything? You know, forgetting things."
"It's okay. I had a little trouble carrying my bag to the inn, but I managed because I had a trolley at home. I wish you had some sweets."
"Dinner will be delicious for that. Let's eat a lot. Krew doesn't know yet, but alcohol is delicious."
"Really? I want to be able to drink, too."
"Krew is a little more patient.... If I didn't have nuts, I'd sneak up on them."
"Elsa."
"I'm kidding -"
He gets a nutty police officer's gaze, and Elsa pulls back and turns that way. Crewe can't drink alcohol yet. It's a very cute drink, but if you're not a little older, you shouldn't be drinking.
... adults.
I thought about that word, and, uh, I remembered something.
"Um, Mr. Nuts, Mr. Elsa"
"Hmm?"
"What?
Two gazes turn this way. Right gaze and left gaze, alternating glances, before Crewe asked the two of them this. It's a mystery that's been haunting Crewe's head lately.
"How can an adult be?"
"Adults?"
Sounds strange, nut voice. Crewe nodded.
Reminds me of the other day coming to Liafiat City, the faces of two wizards. Beautiful flowing platinum blonde, about Crewe's friend.
When I remembered that sad smile, Crewe's chest shrunk.
said Crewe.
"My friend broke his heart in the meantime."
"Oh."
"Oh..."
Elsa like a surprise and the nuts that I can't think of any other words to return. "It must have been a shock," Elsa muttered as she cared.
"I've always liked someone, but for those who like me, there are others who like me..."
"You've been fumbled. Poor thing."
"... no"
To the nutty words, Crewe shook his neck left and right. Strangely he said, "No?" and I remember Ilaja that day.
"The child knew it and stopped confessing. He said that the happiness of the person is not that his thoughts are conveyed to the person, so that he can meet someone he likes."
"You're a healthy girl."
Elsa said. However,
"I don't know..."
I drink orange juice. Sweet and sour. Not bitter.
I've heard alcohol is bitter. Adults think the pain is delicious, too. To Crewe, I'm not sure what that means either. Bitterness is supposed to taste bad. I don't want to take bitter pills as much as I can, even when I have a cold and the wound hurts.
"... it's sad not to pass it on. I want people who like Coo to like Coo just as much as Coo likes that person. But that's probably because Ku is a child. Ku wants to grow up. But..."
I'm sure Iraja is an adult who can't think for herself. Because you're an adult, because you're great, that's how you can put the happiness of someone you like first.
"But then... if that's what you call an adult"
Does adulthood mean giving up what you care about?
I don't know.... when I said that and looked at her nuts, she was frowning. Shake the cover as you stab and chew the oil boiled shrimp with a fork.
"I'm a pass. Elsa, please"
I hear a laugh when I dull. It's Elsa.
"Nuts are the type that moves by intuition. Nothing. Maybe I'm a little bad at talking about people's minds."
"Will you stop saying that like a gorilla that works with instinct?
The nuts wandered and stared at Elsa. The eyes sit still a little. "Nuts, you should be careful because you're weak on alcohol," Elsa laughed as she teased.
"But.... adult, hey"
As Elsa tilted the glass, ice bumped into each other in the beautiful liquid to make a noise.
"I wonder what Krew thinks of 'adults'."
I laugh more and more at a table far away if there's been anything fun. Look, the men, they're drinking and looking to have fun.
Adult Proof.... that you can drink alcohol.
"He's the one who can drink, he can work, he can do his thing right, and then, uh... he doesn't do anything wrong"
"Am I, nuts, or Mr. Sputnik an 'adult'?
"I'm an adult."
Nodding. Nat does a very fine job as a police officer, and Elsa is a waitress at the coffee shop Fine. Even Sputnik.
So I never got lost in the answer. But.
"But Mr. Sputnik often gives a little bit to Krew, doesn't he? I can drink alcohol, but sometimes I don't drink until I'm unconscious, and I smoke."
They told me, and I think that's true, too.
Sputnik bullies people, drinks alcohol and obnoxiously hands on women. That's a very bad thing. It's adults who respect the other person properly, and it's supposed to be adults who take care of one woman's person. Then Sputnik is not an adult?... No.
Even Sputnik is an adult. However,
"Mr. Sputnik is a bad adult"
In conclusion, the nuts blew out, buh-uh.
Elsa is also smiling bitterly.
"But yeah. Sometimes even I think it's a hassle to work... and yes, Krewe, you should go check out the nut room for once. Tiny and dirty -"
"Hey Elsa!
A nut laughing like every person suddenly turned into a leopard and stood in a chair. He hurries and hugs Elsa and tries to block her mouth.
"You don't care about my house!
"It's not good. Yikes. I always pretend to be a good person in front of Krew, so Krew's worried about you."
Elsa's cheeks are also a little red, answering with a smile that made her panic nuts seem like she was having fun. Apparently, she's a little drunk, too. Busy and busy - then Elsa called her name, "Krewe."
"I don't know what an adult is."
"Huh... duh"
Crewe thinks. An adult is someone who can drink, can work, and doesn't do anything wrong. Someone who can take care of people...... but.
Sputnik often makes fun of Crewe. Sometimes, Elsa can be a hassle. Nuts says he doesn't like to clean up the room. Then what would an adult be? You mean someone you like, someone you can support all the time? Someone who can think of others, even if they're not happy?
But it is.
You mean someone who really wants to be Crewe?
"But Ku wants to grow up."
"Right. That's why you want to go to experiential school, Crewe."
"... Yes"
Because in school, if you find out a lot, you might be an 'adult'.
"You go to the city of Vealton, go to school and study a lot of things. So that Crewe can be the 'adult' I think."
And Elsa pounded it gently, "Cheers," once again bringing herself closer to Krew's glass, sipping another sip of alcohol.
Krew thinks as he looks at Elsa, who drinks deliciously, the 'proof of adulthood' that Krew still can't drink. What kind of person do you mean by 'adult' who wants to be Crewe? Someone who can drink? Someone who can work? Someone who can do all of his own things about himself?
You mean someone who can wish someone else's happiness, even if they're not happy?
No, I'm not talking about people like that.
Wishing.
Next to him, to the one who deserves it.