It is spring, the season of love that comes to life in this time of year.
The spring comes equally to the "all overtime" guards.
"Rikyo is a" Crescent Moon "at two and three longitudes."
"Oh, that nail salon."
The care of nails is the preference of the kingdom gentleman.
Cut and hang and apply naturally occurring protective agent to finish.
What about the fragrance of the formula? In the first place, the length is at the angle of the cut, but it is a creature called a man that does not stop when it sticks out.
And it makes sense for women to enter the male industrial neighborhood more than men and women in the world.
Pearl, isn't that nice? I can't get a reservation. "
Sportsman (Bastard) General Katai spoke of a tale of a nail stylist (the kingdom's nail artists call it).
He is also a technical profession and emphasizes a "two-way" relationship of trust only when it concerns the human body. So you can turn down the customer from the stylist's side.
"I'll never get you out, but that's it again."
They say the work will be done in a private studio attached to the nail salon.
If the stylist agrees, they can travel, but if they want to take good care of it, they say a well-equipped studio is a good idea.
If you are traveling for work, of course, you will be charged a special fee.
(It's not that much to explain, Hiro.)
"Besides, she's a real singer, right? My throat is a lifeline, no matter how many options I put on it."
(What are you talking about during the day?!
No, Mr. Pink, Kintetsu is open from dawn to noon.
What kind of stupid talk is waiting overtime?) Meanwhile, that is the life of bureaucrats in the Kingdom.
"And the new guy, Mimosa, smells like Mimosa in the design. What do you recommend this spring? I'll do it with that face."
"I thought it was rigid... but don't be angry. I'm praising you. Finally we can talk about synchronization."
The messa became red.
It seems that there is a serious reason for him to say so.
The modified martial arts pursue "appearance" to the tip of the nail. In the course of his training, he learned the existence of "Crescent Moon" and "Pearl (...)" from his peers.
"No, no, Messa, you're still too obsessed."
"Sportsman, don't say that, Katai."
I just mentioned that the care of nails is the preference of the Kingdom gentleman.
A gentleman is a "person who lives on an unemployed income" or "a person who does not fall under the category of a labor contract employee", or "aristocratic rich, largely selfemployed", but the noise of nail care is especially referred to as a military aristocracy.
My nails are broken at the cut and my concentration is disturbed. Unconsciously, the body creates a gap to avoid pain. It is a feeling of chills, not worries. Therefore, you will never neglect to take care of your nails (in battlefields, you will often notice things cracked or peeled off while swinging around in clutter).
Anyway, that's why military nobility is as loud as practitioners to take care of their nails.
"Nail salon? It's useless to us. There are even those who throw up and throw up, and most of them also say," Well, I have to finish it myself. "
And again, "How far do you cut, the shape of your nails, the protective agent..."
(Then why do you carry it to the nail salon? (Man really is already here)
You can't hear the ghost pink, but you kept making desperate excuses, Messa.
"Mr. Pearl" 's technology is superb, and he is much better prepared than his clumsy self (who is clever for his appearance).
"Yeah, I know, I know. That's why we're going."
"Rest assured, Messa, there's no one else who could have done Business Travel."
The number one nail stylist "Pearl" is told what he can do because he is tasked with finishing by multiple guards.
And then one evening, in the spring, he went home with a meeting with the Mel family at Domina Mel Mansion.
That's why I was invited... but I stopped by to remember the same "salon" sound.
"Are you not booked? You've never been here before? Then I'll talk to you first."
Tea and confectionery... what do you mean, "put it in"?
About 20 years ago, the system of "clubs" said to have been "invented" by the Innocence Society has grown in sophistication and development with the flow of time.
"You're a soldier, right? Then it would be better if it wasn't me."
A woman named Coral called herself Cast. "I'll change at your convenience," he said. Unlike stylists who sell technology, they probably have a different sales area.
Why would I say that, Hiro-kun?
"I'm sorry I didn't meet your expectations."
It was fortunate that Peter Helmer accompanied the kid - a man who undertook an undercover investigation into the weapon with an unexpected lack of tightness that would not have been noble if he hadn't been an outlaw.
I'm not going to do anything, but I'm still in the hall trying to pay the appropriate "option fee".
You want to hear Pearl's story? That's what all the soldiers do. "
Well, can you see that? It's a customer business, right?
"I'm sorry. Do you know how delicate it can be? Are there any quotas and sales results, or are there casts and stylists that are subtle?
This is the first time I've ever teamed up with Buddy without leaving anyone behind.
Honestly, I can only say that I have reviewed it.
"You hate me. Men love women's factions and hangouts, don't they? But be careful not to use it like that. I definitely don't want to work in a crappy workplace or have a good salary. Women are like that."
You're a lady.
I'm not an employee more than I sell technology, so if you think of a lady as a gentleman's female version... but, Peter, aren't you seeing it too well?
"Ah, that's kind of annoying. Don't even think about it."
Ms. Coral was smiling with her mouth shut.
He threw the ball back, so it wasn't a mistake.
"Anyway, it's Pearl, so I'll call you when I'm free... ah, just one. She can talk a lot, too, but I don't like being a detective. If... no, just be careful."
It is an undisputed honour for Peter Helmer.
"Doesn't look like a detective" is his selling skill.
But I am.
That's the captain of the Kintetsu Squadron. My lieutenant is different from my character. "
"I don't even think you're noble." I don't lie to its reputation.
Timur Bentham's heart was still brilliant.
Pearl appeared there, but it was just a little different.
I thought you were such an amazing artist-like, shitty beauty, and it was kind of powdery.
Short hair with curly hair and hair tips reminds me of some kind of cat.
If you're a little tall, your voice is sweet... well, you work side by side with a singer.
"I hear it's very popular."
"Because it's farming season. In the season of battle, everyone's feet will get far away. If you don't take care of it yourself, you won't feel well."
You seem to have a lot of insight in addition to solid technology.
I wonder if the gap between the spiciness of the contents and the sweetness of the appearance is her charm.
"Well, speaking of military personnel, I heard there's a big, scary nearby guard coming in here."
Is this the act of the man who will be Peter Helmer, or is there a real nib?
Her wisdom did not bother me.
"My nails are your lifeline, right? Sometimes you even tell me a secret to fulfill your order. I can't answer your question."
If I cut it off here, I'll end up as a smart stylist.
"There are many other things. You want me to tell you?
I heard you continue to reduce your sales, but I don't know.
There's a man who knows it's a waste and loads his options on top of it.
"Actually, this is the guy's boss."
The smile disappeared. My eyes are lifted. It was the kitten that changed the leopard.
"Guests who book will be here. Pick it up."
Peter was slow in trying to hold the gold coins, no, it was a bad move.
"I was able to gain meaningful insights into how nobles (...) think about us. Thank you."
It's like a cat somewhere to get up and disappear...
Anyway, Pearl, she was a woman with quite a temper.
I have no choice but to stay here forever, so I left the room.
"Oh, I see. I hate unauthorized people."
Paper is soft. If you say you're Mesa's boss, you'll find out.
But that messa wasn't banned from Pearl, was it? Why would you do that?
Is there a dark spot in the back?
"Be aware that you're a hater in the first place."
Even though they knew that they were averse, they were compelled to visit.
I don't want to see how messa is getting in.
"Oops."
Excuse me.
The "Reservation Customers" who exchanged favors were also noble.
I couldn't help but say that my gaze fell down in the shadow of a smile on my face.
Nail salon "Crescent Moon", "Territory" of Yusuf Hekumatial.
After diving through an unfamiliar trail in the evening, he finally escapes the alert by hitting the spread of the Peacock Boulevard.
It was Yusuf's gaze and his movements that were recalled as the tension was relieved.
Running and stopping... I see, it's not time to cut my nails yet.