"I mean, you can run after more than one prey at the same time.
Then make sure you finish one. "
My legs are getting paralyzed.
But my sister doesn't seem tired of talking.
"Yes, I understand very well"
What a pain in the ass this is.
I give it back while I endure my leg paralysis.
Here at last, my mother fired back fire.
Apparently, my mother cleaned out the dishes, etc. after dinner with her grandmother and took a slow bath before coming here.
I picked up a dryer that was rolling in my pants, and my mother said to my sister a little louder as I dried my hair.
"Takara, drink too much. Just shower today."
Translated directly, he said to take a quick bath, but leave the shower alone because the drunkenness is turning around.
Sufficient, I think that's dangerous too, but if my sister falls down and hits me in the head, she won't get hurt because she's just as sturdy as I am.
Well, I'll keep my eyes open and go to sleep for a while or so.
Well, I'm your sister, so don't worry.
Because she's my sister.
Seems the sake that was in the mug was gone at some point, and my sister nodded slightly dissatisfied with my mother's words as she peered inside the cup.
"Yes, sir. I'm gonna take a bath."
Unless you have plans to go out, my sister has been a basic nob t-shirt lately and a jersey arrival sparrow underneath.
I used to spend some time naked before, so I think I became cultured.
I would just replace my underwear, so I pulled my underwear out of my sister's laundry, which was folded in the corner of the room, threw the phone I took from me over here and pulled it over, then headed for the bath.
"Tetsu will be annoyed by them too, so email them tomorrow."
No, I think it's okay because it's not a phone call.
With that in mind, check the time with the wall clock.
Should I still say twenty-three, or should I say twenty-three?
From the feeling of my mother, it seems like it would be an act to fall into the frowning category to communicate with an approximate child who would be texting at such a time.
My mother is one of the absolute powerful in this house, so I'm not willing to poke my mother again, so I'll just save the email for what I hit.
And then I created a different email from that, and at the subject line, I wrote, [sorry I'm late], and furthermore, in the body, I wrote, it's too late today, so I'll reply again tomorrow, and I sent it.
And I got a reply right back.
There,
[Welcome, sorry to be late at night, good night]
It said a short sentence and a sleeping emoticon.
Somehow, at the same time that I think it's surprising to think that royalty people use these emoticons, I got a sense of intimacy again that Mr. Lulicia is a woman her age.
So I'm just as concerned about interacting with Masa, Reach, or Tsukasa.
[Lucia, too, good night]
I sent it.
By the way, to my friends, I'd give them back a little more foolish, but if they were Mr. Lulicia, that's about it. Probably not disrespectful, I suppose.
On the bed, in the room where the lights had already been turned off and darkened, Lulicia finally woke up to an e-mail she had returned.
There should be a guard in front of the door connecting this room to the hallway, but it just didn't come in when I woke up.
The consultation about my dear friend, the fact that I am interacting with someone I love, even though I know it is a response to it, satisfied Lucia's heart with happiness.
My friend - I'm distracted by the fact that I'm starting to dash Astoria.
But it is also the advice of Sakura, a new friend I recently made.
I noticed myself using that as an excuse.
And I feel it.
I just like people, I just love one person.
He said that he was so ugly and greedy and that I was so exhausted.
That must be pointing to the back finger.
As a human, it must be a disgraceful act.
Only the time I can't see him recruits me, and my thoughts grow and swell only in Lulicia.
It was a very painful and loving emotion.
Will I see you when Astoria's troubles are resolved?
Or should I just bump this thought on him?
Her heart was full of teeth by the time I thought about that.
If you can't see him, that's the modern instrument that makes it easy to connect with this other person.
Even letters, even voices can be delivered.
It's not magic, it makes me think about using a magical machine to convey this thought.
"I love it. I love you. So..."
Embracing his mobile device, Lulicia repeated the words she wanted to convey to him one day.
"Love me. Love me."
Better than that woman, who is in his heart,
"Pick me..."
Also, she falls asleep in bed.
And when did I fall asleep, thinking of his smile.