Well, we left the guild with Mr. Shrier pulling our hand. I'm walking through the city with horrible attention right now. How did this happen?
No, you had some anticipation, didn't you? Mr. Shrier's beauty is real, and I know he's famous in this city. But that's it, big case! I didn't think you'd be surprised by the momentum!
A different person always sees it twice, and stays stiff. People who seem to have listened to the stiffness unraveled begin to gather and fall into the same state, and the resurrected start talking about Kosovo.
Wow - it's not like there's a fuss or someone coming directly to speak up, but here's the contradiction that there's a quiet fuss going on. Mr. Shrier...... how idle is it?
"I can actually have a delicious meal in my guild. You can eat as much as you want. Because it's Meg and I, I'll show you where I'm going. It's the first time I've taken people."
It seems that he has decided to ignore cancer in his surrounding reactions, and Mr. Shrier says that normally and with a smile. Earlier, you said a guy named Kay was the best looking guy, but better than Mr. Shrier? I feel kind of scared when I think about it. That's how smart Mr. Schlier's escort is.
From Mr. Shrier, I don't feel any crisis at all like Playboy or Loricon, because I'm sure that's also a fairly valuable appetite for asylum or only a protective affection for children of his own kind. Rather, I'm glad it sounds like special treatment! I honestly feel something sweet. It was as if this body was pleased with its fellow brother.
"Eh heh, looking forward to it!
"Yeah, stay tuned"
Have a conversation with Nico as he looks at each other. From time to time I hear "Ohhhh...!" or "Gu...!" I'm sure the scream has been hit by Mr. Shrier's smile. Envy me, envy me! But I'm not giving up this sister position!
Because of this, I'm going to try to be cancer ignorant around me too!
"Welcome. This is it, Mr. Shrier. Are you sure you want to take your usual seat?
Walking for about 20 minutes. It just took me a while because it matched my stride, and I really think I got there in about ten minutes. Sorry for taking so long, and apologizing, it's fine because it's fun on the road, you got an angelic saying. Beautiful looking shop that arrived that way. When Mr. Shrier steps into the store as he is used to, he immediately hears the clerk.
"Yeah. I just have company today. I'd like you to prepare a slightly higher chair for this child."
When Mr. Shrier gave it back, the clerk looked at me and glanced lightly at me. Still, boulders are pros. He immediately lowered his temper and gave a gentle rendezvous before greeting me.
"I apologize for this, my dear lady. Enjoy your stay."
"Oh, thank you - Grandpa..."
When I replied, even though I dodged the polite response, I smiled and cared about the smiling clerk and Mr. Shrier. 'Cause I'm not used to these fancy shops! I'm the one who had a great fixer and ramen shop to eat for 750 yen!
"Come here, then"
When I arrived at the store clerk's guide, there was already a children's chair in the sunny seat at the window. Work fast!
Mr. Shrier sits me in a chair with a gentle hand. Maybe it's better than being climbed by a tall chair, so I accepted it with great respect. and dust.
Then Mr. Shrier got to his seat, too, and the clerk poured water into the glass for me.
"Then call me when you decide to place your order"
A clerk goes smart without any extra prying when a celebrity like Mr. Shrier says he has a little one with him. Excellent.
A sip of cockle, and water causes a refreshing scent of lemon to fall out of my nose.
"Limone water, right? Don't like it?
"No eh! It wasn't mundane water, so I was just surprised. It was refreshing, yummy!
That's good, Mr. Shrier laughs. Well, lemons are called limonettes. That's what happened to Micah, and I guess her name is different from everything else. I have to remember one by one.
"Well, what shall we eat? Is there anything Meg doesn't like?
"Nothing in particular. Oh, but I don't like hard..."
Mr. Shrier will be spreading the menu toward us. What a gentleman! He seemed to be asking me my preferences, so I'll tell him that I can't be hard for now. I'm sorry about your childish taste. But now I'm a child anyway, so no problem!
I'll take a look at the menu but... the letters are not Japanese. Well, that's natural, but strangely enough, you can read it right. I don't know if it's cross-world metastasis correction or this body's memory. Well, whatever you can read! I gently stroked my chest down, pointing to the mushroom risotto that bothered me.
"You're a mushroom risotto. This is one of my favorites too. You have pretty high eyes, don't you? Meg."
This guy's got a really good mouth! I'm sorry, they're not grown beauties, they're such dicks...
Mr. Shrier chose green vegetable salad and minestrone soup, then beef stew and bread, and called the clerk to order this again smartly. The salad and soup seem to have asked for my share as well. It was kind of interesting to hear you say something like your mother that we should eat vegetables well too.
Even after the meal was brought in, he split the salad, cooled the soup, prepared the risotto in separate plates for ease of eating, and baked the care worthwhile. So did Mr. Gill, but do you like to take care of him? Are you happy because you haven't been a little kid in a long time, or are you worried that this chick can eat properly? Probably looks both ways.
I'm very embarrassed to be burned to look after you, and for the adults in it, I'm afraid, but I'm still happy. I'm sure these people will be happier if I'm honestly taken care of and burned, so I'm left to be. Of course, I'll thank you properly!
But it's going to flavor the comfort of being sweet to people. Sweet when sweet, work when working well. Let's be careful so we can take care of the merriment.
Thus, I fully enjoyed my pleasant lunchtime with Mr. Shrier.