"... hey, Philip. I think we should wake up Jeanne to the boulder already..."
Powell let out a soft voice as he listened to the sound of the raining bell.
After hearing the bell announcing the end of the lunch break, students across the school began to head to the classroom.
The pre-bells are particularly important for the stairs closest to the gate from the campus. If you don't move as soon as it rings, you may be late for class. Usually they start cleaning up quickly, but now they can't even get up from the lawn.
Serious Powell, who doesn't want to be late for class as much as possible, looks up from below with his back rounded to the two of them sitting on the lawn. However, neither of them moved from the spot at all.
Steyl leaned down with one hand covering his face and could only return a word to Powell's question. I know, I know. Words come to mind, but I can't put them into action.
Arthur remained seated. I squeezed my lips and didn't even say a word with my burning face. My eyes were too open and dry. The two of them, completely mannequinized, noticed the pre-bell, but they couldn't move from there. Instead of getting up, he didn't even try to wake up his obsessed pride.... yes.
Buried in Stale's lap, he grabbed Arthur's hand and kept his pride.
"Ahhh..."
Just a few minutes ago, Arthur, who had become a mannequin like Steil, remained stuck in his hand, still holding his eyes.
Until then, like Powell, Arthur was just smiling and watching Stale and Pride sleep. She was hiding her voice and continuing to talk with no compassion while being careful not to wake her up.
It was time for pride at the approach of the pre-bell, when Arthur gently placed his hand on her shoulder and tried to shake it instead of the stairs he couldn't move.
Wake up, it's about time... When she touched her lavish shoulder with a hidden voice, it was a real counterattack.
With a small moan, the sleeping pride grabbed Arthur's hand with a thin, caloric hand.
Arthur's shoulders were twitching up and down, but he couldn't get away from the little hand of pride. The force of the hand that grabbed the middle three fingers from the hand that was stronger than myself could not be paid by that degree of sway. On the contrary, the mouth was small, and immediately after she moved something in her sleep, she was grabbed by her hand, and the calorie amount exceeded that of her sleeping pride.
Moreover, while grabbing it and holding on to the weight of her drooping pride arm, she was close to her mouth until she reached her own hand, which was attached to her shoulder. Arthur's heart shrank tremendously when she was sprayed with her sleeping breath again and again in her unarmored hand.
It was quite a shock to Powell's eyes that Jack, who could gently drag even high school students with one hand, was sealed off by just grabbing three fingers. Even though Hélène, who was rumored to be beautiful by senior students, smiled, he was a completely different person from Jeanne, who was the same age.
... Jeanne, that's amazing.
I feel that way before she seals them both up.
I'm sure you've been so tired of what's not yet happening in this state, but I can't help but be in awe of Jeanne, who can keep Philip and Jack so incapacitated. Especially since Philip has been special in himself for four years. Thus, not only Philip, but even Jack was sealed off from movement, and Powell the Rock couldn't help but smile.
With her face red and easy to understand, Stale, who has been transformed into a pillow dedicated to pride for tens of years, will not wake her up. Simply, sometimes it's hard to let go of the pride buried in your lap, and sometimes you spare every second. However, just a little more stimulation will touch her cheeks and back of her head. Besides, I don't know what to say to her when she wakes up in this situation, but now she's got a brilliant head.
Three years ago, when I took a nap in the garden with Tiara and Pride, I was able to deceive them well, but it is difficult now. If I wake up here now, I will surely be noticed that I have lent her my knee.
I know Arthur and Powell will testify, but I don't want them to think that they lent her their lap in public by mistake. I don't think it's good to be late for class. However, my body did not move well until I reached the limbs.
Once Powell looked around with no one present, he was driven into a panic.
Even now, he wants to go back to class, but he can't leave the sleeping Jeanne and Philip. Even though Powell didn't mind leaving them here, he couldn't afford to be distracted by the pride of not waking up now.
Now Powell has no choice but to try it on her.
"... hey, Jeanne. Hey, it's time to go or I'll be late?"
At first, she calls out to hide, and little by little, as she grows louder.
Nh...... my pride of whispering softly still doesn't seem to wake me up. Powell will wake up even more after he confirms that neither Philip nor Jack will try to stop him from waking up.
Jeanneau called out in a more subdued voice than before, but this time, even if his back was round enough, he also put his face on the grass, and his face positioned lower than the pride of riding on the lap of a stele. While checking the pride that doesn't even open the eyes yet, I called again to raise the volume.
Jeanne, Jeanne! As she raised her voice, her eyebrows narrowed and her face grew stronger.
Nh...... as she leaked her voice closer to awakening, Powell laughed with her voice again.
"I'm awake."
”………………………………… * giggle *”
It was a scream.
From thin eyes to the limit, pride didn't take long.
Until just now, it was literally a dream, and I felt as if I were on the clouds. Even when I was called, I felt so comfortable that I learned how to resist waking up. I thought in the corner of my head that I wanted to keep my eyes closed. However, as soon as I woke up calmly, it was...... Powell that was reflected in my uncertain focus.
Character of the third most highly acclaimed film of his previous life. Now he smiles in front of his sleeping self, as if he were a different person from the game.
The blue eyes are softly lit, reflecting the self of the sleeping eyes. His face was so close that he had the illusion that he was lying asleep together. For a moment, it seemed like it was still a dream. His eyes, wide open to awaken, confirmed the moment when he laughed softly, relieved that he had woken up.
The heart that was beating comfortably just now jumped like a seizure and the blood flow ran out at a high speed. The screams were almost reflexive. The pride jumped up so that she could not afford to look anywhere, and she let go of her hands and fell again with her hands on the lawn behind her.
Arthur, whose hands had been opened, and Steil, who had been unsealed, supported her when her face collapsed with a bright red face as the blood flow turned at once.
If I tried to reach out to support Powell who was sitting directly in front of me, the yellow screams would definitely come up. Even the guardian knight, who was screaming too much, turned back.
"I'm sorry to surprise you. But now that I've got the pre-bell, it's time to hurry."
Jeanne's screams diverted Powell from his throat.
However, even if you look around, you can say it with your neck, and you can look around with your eyes while holding your chest with both hands. His breath was severely disturbed, and instead of fanning his bright red face with his hand, he couldn't afford to regain his position while being supported by Arthur and Steel. The sound of your heart is coming from inside your ears.
However, listening to Powell's words, I managed to understand that I had to go back to the classroom and sleep.
I nodded repeatedly, trying to bite the ground with my unstressed feet.
In response to her desire to rise, Steyl and Arthur lifted her from both sides, and the three of them stood up together. Pride stands up on his own feet this time, as he feels ashamed to be in a secured alien pose.
Powell, who hasn't woken up since then, can't hear a sound. Instead, he called out to the two on both sides with a suspicious mouth that might hear, "I'm sorry, let's hurry," and rushed out.
Too much shame, psychologically close to escape. Steyl and Arthur and Powell, who were carrying bags, followed suit and rushed out to recover the lag.
Powell didn't care much as he ran after Jeanne, who couldn't even look back. Even though she was asleep, she climbed up on Philip's lap and grabbed Jack's arm. It was surprising that she was confused just because she was peering at her sleeping face. However, she was slightly overhauled by the speed of her legs, which was much faster than expected.
It was a pride that had stood still with just the mental strength when it became the usual path of separation, but it took courage to look back.
Regardless of what she did, she looked back with a red face and said, "I'm sorry I'm late!" Shortly after seeing Powell's face, he lowered his head at the speed of light.
When she suddenly apologized to Jeanne to jump up, Powell waved back, saying, "No, I'm sorry." She left the high school without stopping. He can't afford to talk to Rock like this.
Farewell! And as he greeted Philip and Jack, he rushed to the High Department with all his might.
After seeing off Powell, the pride finally stopped when it slipped into the middle school classroom at the same time as the main bell.
Before sitting in front of the desk, Steyl and Arthur were still breathing so much as they were holding hands on the back of the chair and following Zeha and the pride that cut them off.
As Arthur, who was slightly short of breath and hadn't broken at all, called out, his pride was bigger than his reply. I shook my head sideways to show that it was okay, and then took a seat to check each setup.
Pride consciously took a deep breath while holding his heavily constricted lungs over his clothes.
"... I'm really sorry..." My... my... eyes... I didn't even notice... "
"No... we were the ones who apologized." I'm late to wake you up... "Because I was so obsessed with it."
"We should have woken up a little earlier."
Happy or unhappy, you may not remember what kind of posture you were in, but neither of you dared to touch your pride.
After Powell came into her eyes, she stood up and ran away. Even the memories before and after her were now dim. However, only the impact of Powell asleep still jumps and rolls his heart.
She sat down to collapse, exhaling a long sigh of heat. When the instructor showed up, Steyl and Arthur rushed to their seats, but the instructor again left with the students to carry the materials.
Yes, it is, and I covered my face with my hands on my elbows while muttering like a confession. Even the rounded hair is now jumped and disturbed by the fact that it fell asleep and ran out immediately afterwards. But she can't solve it unwittingly here with her students, and now she has no choice but to overdo it with her hairstyle.
The two stared at her from both sides, unusually hairy, and still listened to her vanishing voice.
"I'm really sorry. Why are you so obsessed on campus?" I'm already...... why? "
Rather than an excuse, both Steyl and Arthur shut their mouths to the confession, which was close to repentance.
Originally, the position of school and the pride of having to hide one's identity more than anyone else are constantly being held up. In spite of that, I can't believe that I fell asleep even though I was tired. And from the two of them that watched her sleep, it was a complete blast that would not wake up again and again.
It is difficult to think that she could not wake up because she was simply fatigued, which was hard to wake up with a light call or stimulus. But if you think about other causes,
"Somehow, I can't help but feel comfortable."...... I'm really embarrassed that you've up to three people to bother me. "
Moreover, Powell, who was one of my favorite characters, was ashamed to see me sleeping.
Covering their faces with their hands, they can't say anything to the pride that faces down like a droop. Rather than why Powell was so disturbed by her alone, it seems to suggest that the cause of her [comfort] is definitely not overconsciousness or self-consciousness.
Without being noticed of their shameful pride, the two of them sitting on both sides silently covered their mouths and faces with one hand, and their eyes ran away.
"I want to stay that way forever."
Yes, it's not for anyone, and the language function no longer works on the words she just uttered.
It feels like the heart is about to rupture, and it feels like hot water is flowing all the way to the end of your body. I naturally held my impulse to hold my chest down with my consciousness. Instead, both of them had glasses that were white. Until the instructor came back with the students with the materials, the three of them could not speak any more.
That feeling of pride was the same with us who were supposed to be awake.
That awareness alone kept their mouths firm.