Wolf Barrel 5.56

It was a strange dream.

I became a monkey and looked up into the sky.

There is no cloud. A plunging blue sea plain stretches out in front of me so much that I'm about to be sucked in when I stare at it.

Reach for the swollen hands.

Then the tip of my finger was about to be touched by the outline of the sun.

I slept in a big letter at some private house. [M]

And...

Usdon was crushing my stomach.

Yeah, I kind of understood that this was a monkey crab fight.

I, the villain, began desperately to beg for my life towards Usdon.

Stop it, stop it, Usdon!

This is wrong! What's the point of revenge?

STOP, chains of sorrow!

I mean, it's not just crustaceans, is it?

No, no, no. - Sir, I'm serious. It's fashionable, you know.

More or less...... Sir, are you okay?

Kill Oyla like this.

Every time my husband sits down on a fluffy couch, he remembers an oila with his gut out of his mouth and he feels gloomy, doesn't he?

The minute you go to a restaurant with a night view and you sit there laughing at the seat you booked six months ago, you remind me of Oyla's crushed body, right?

Can you finish your dinner with a smile on your face?

No, right? It sucks, doesn't it?

Still a little musty around your butt right now, huh?

Let's not, shall we?

You know, if you turn it upside down, you don't have the right to do that for a disgusting creature like an extraterrestrial life-form, do you? Hey, hey, husband.

Well, then, look, let's not waste this, let's go with Oyla and show hell to the dumb people who are here to get back at us.

Chestnuts, bees and cow shit?

Ha, put it together, put it in the tupper and bury it.

Kick, kick, kick!

I woke up hah.

Pure white ceiling paper. A familiar lighting lamp.

Oh, my God. I was dreaming, and I realized there.

A sober breeze is blowing through the window that only opens the sushi, causing the curtains to shake like waves. Coming in through my nose is the smell of the morning. What reaches your ear is a little bird chirping.

As I was getting a cold morning breeze on my cheek, my consciousness gradually cleared up.

And I gennaried.

Oh, my God. My dream now. You were a messed up Hamari, me.

Oh, I don't know if they'll talk perky.

My cunning pulled me off.

I don't want to be such an adult. I'm glad it was a dream.

No, but why do you still feel the weight around your stomach when you dream about it?

I wondered and moved my gaze from the ceiling to my stomach.

And solidified.

There was something there.

"Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm."

Black piece, white pumpkin trousers.

The tail of the fuzzy is stretched from the waist.

And a nose song that doesn't really understand the pitch.

Um, what is it?

I'm supposed to know this object, but I still can't get my head around it.

"Uh, um... Usdon?

In the meantime, I'll call you.

Then, the mysterious object stops the nose song perfectly, twirling and reorienting.

Small enough face to seem to envelop you with both hands.

He came with clear eyes, reminiscent of a clear fountain.

And as he tilted his little neck, he answered with a voice like a bell ringing.

"Usu, Don?

Usdon's identity was Pitica.

How dare you come all the way here to see me?

From the north woods to this town, there is a considerable distance. Alone on that long journey!?

The moment I heard that, I was a little moved and almost crying.

Every time I watched a TV show where my child went to use it for the first time, my father was crying, but I knew a little how that felt. This, indeed, has something to come of it.

I'm impressed. I...

"Pitica, you've come a long way, Pitica."

He stroked his head around as he turned his eyes into gnarly gnarly.

Do you like to be stroked, too, Pitica?

"Hmm."

She narrowed her eyes, stretched her back, and pressed her pinch against my hand.

When I hear about Pitica like this, how dare she come to the town of Salla with that "grandmother"?

Pitica said,

"Grandma, I did something wrong. Pitica, hang up."

Apparently.

It's not calm or anything.

I can feel no heart or an atmosphere of anger at Pitica.

I don't know what happened to you two.

Anyway, I wanted to say a proper greeting for once, so I decided to ask Pitica and let her see me with me. Promise is before noon. on the cafe terrace in Fountain Square.

Until then, let's play a lot with Pitica.

Suggesting so, the dog ears on top of the silver hair reacted shakingly.

"Huh, Asobu"

Don't say no, Pitica jumped on the bed pyong as she crossed the room with Tete, letting Matt's spring snap her butt and rock her body up and down. The expression hasn't changed a mm, but it seems pretty tense.

While smiling at such a small visitor, I decided to get myself cleaned up in the bathroom.

Wash your face and tone your hair.

And brush your teeth gently. This toothbrush uses Rabbit Claw cartilage.

It has been sterilized and disinfected many times before being processed, but as far as I'm concerned, it's not a very pleasant substitute.

Stick those ears in your mouth...... hey.

What are you doing?

I washed my face again to kick out the nausea and went back to my room.

And I twisted my head.

"What are you doing? Pitica."

Pitica was roaming the room, snorting her nose.

And he stops and growls cutely, "Mmm-hmm."

Things are weird.

"What's going on?

Speaking again, Pitica looked back at the void. And

"Singo, the smell of a female I don't know..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

As usual there was no discouragement in my voice, but I felt a little nervousness mixed up.

Well, aside.

When I say females... there's only Mr. Lucca.

Taxonomic females. Although it is a mystery to be classified as human.

Lately, he visited my room with something on. My treat that I can't buy for the purpose. Find the sweets you hide like a drug dog and eat them up as much as an ingot. There is no shortage of reluctance. It's already as glamorous as a relative's old man, who shrugs away a sympathy on the inpatient's own.

The beginning and end of bringing drinks, such as when it's bad.

I think I've recognized this place as where the bait is available.

I think it's time to arrange a pet bottle with water in front of the door.

When we talk about it,

……

Pitica was silent and opened the window.

A still slightly chilly breeze sweeps the air in the room.

I don't know, but could it not smell Mr. Lucca's perfume?

Pitica, with the window fully open, then rubbed the cheeks of its punipuni on the corners and walls of the table with a thrill. Hey, what that behavior, it's so cute. I almost bled my nose by accident.

Super lovely picture surface from the side. But the person doing it was serious in itself, and it wasn't a good vibe to speak up easily.

Well, let's finally let it go.

I thought so, and I decided to get dressed. Open the walk-in closet and put on your T-shirt and pants, as well as the washed socks you received yesterday.

Then, after the mysterious ritual, Pitica peeked a little in the face from the right side.

"This, what?

Tips indicated by small fingers.

There are 9mm magazines and 5,56mm magazines stuck in crates. And as an experimental material, weak loads and fragile warheads that fit in the toughened glass case were lined up like exhibits.

It's an ammo depot.

I guess it's a curious substitute for a young pitika.

Pitica reached out softly and said, "Can I touch you?" He turns his gaze.

I shook my head quietly and wrapped Pitica's hand around mine.

"Pitica, this is very dangerous stuff. So don't touch it."

"Eh, okay"

Pitica convinced everything with those short words and nodded and showed them.

This is Mr. Vagina.

Even though I'm so curious, you follow what I say.

I was happy with that and stroked Pitica's head again.

"Ku," Pitika's stomach rattled as she indulged in her hair fluffy as cotton wool for a while.

That, maybe.

"Pitica, you haven't had breakfast yet?

"... n"

Loosen her silver hair and nod. The voice is so weak.

It's not even 6: 00 yet.

That means we left about before dawn.

"So why don't you join us for breakfast?

"Huh!

I pulled Pitica's hand and headed to the kitchen upstairs, loosening my cheeks for her stronger voice.

I hope it's accommodating, like extra orders.

If you can't, why don't you go eat outside? That sounds like fun.

My concern ended in concern. [M]

Even so, I saw something amazing.

I can't believe it right now.

You know, a cock length like an ancient soldier who rarely gave a look, survived a war.

"Pitica, too, crepe, hey?

This one word killed me for a second.

A face like an iron plate became fugna like melted butter in an instant, and he acknowledged it with a swinging look. A young man of his inner disciple, who was watching how it was, was fighting and breaking the plate.

Even so, that's a lot of power. How cute is Pitica? Isn't that the strongest?

You little devil.

"Good for you, Pitica"

"Huh."

I reconnected my hand and returned to my room.

And we became mirror cakes.

Clear the table in the room in the corner.

I slept in the open space first. [M]

And cover my back so that Pitica can lie down. [M]

Exactly a mirror cake.

Put a mince on Pitica's head and it's done. No, I won't do that.

What we started out with was that Pitica offered to help me out when I talked to her in the morning while we were at the crepe.

That's why I decided to ask you to be the weight of your arm.

I'm a girl, so I'm lying low that it's a heavy stone.

We saw ourselves in our appearance, and we laughed unexpectedly.

It's more like a parent and child frog than a mirror cake.

The frog on his back, from the brilliance of his eyes, showed that he was quite pleased.

"Pitica, are you ready?

"Mmm."

"Can you do a brilliant ride on this me called the rough horse of Salla?

Holy shit! and a pitika that raises one hand.

Bend the end of your mouth like that, while putting force into your arms and lifting your body.

Over my back, I felt Pitica's excitement.

"Well, then, Count. Nice to meet you"

"Mm-hmm. Yikes."

Matching his voice, he slowly sinks his body. When the nose tips on, lift again.

Pitica's body is surprisingly light, so there's no obstacle to its operation.

He's doing well, and he's going to be able to aim for a new record like this.

"No."

There.

A little flirtatious. I tried to lift my body at a sudden speed.

Then,

"Ugh!?

Pitica, who was alarmed, caught sight of her on her back.

And poke at the back of my head like that.

"I'm kidding, man."

"I'm sorry, Pitica. Now I'm awake. I'm serious. I'll live."

"If you know what I mean, fine"

Restart your arms while enjoying the feel of your hands touching your back hair.

Such cheerful armpits went crazy around ten times though.

"Ha-chi..............................................................................................................."

A blank occurs in Pitica's count.

Looking in the mirror, Pitica had her hands gooed and her head covered with kotenkoten.

Oh, you know what?

"Pitica. Ten is next. Eleven."

"Huh" Pitica stopped the metronome movement, "Ju Chi"

To match that voice, lower your body and raise it.

And

……

Blank again.

"Um, Mr. Pictica?

…………

"Next in eleven -"

"Don't tell me, don't"

When Pitica blocked my words, she was desperately trying to twist the next of eleven with her fingers folded. How adorable that health is...... it's getting a little tight.

My arms are picking up an electrical signal called the limit of muscle fibers, and I've been vibrating with the blurb since just now.

"Come on, it'll crumble if you keep it up, so why don't you count it together?

"Hmm."

"That's more fun, isn't it?

"But Pitica, Ju Chi Tsuki, I know............ mon"

A stubborn voice.

The moment I heard that, I was struck like I had been shot through the back of the head.

You're so cute!

I want to keep flipping like this and be as gnawed as a lackey.

While I managed to indulge that urge with reason,

"Of course I do. But while I was watching Pitica count, I wanted to do it too. So, huh? You want me to count with you?

"... okay"

His mouth pounded, and eventually, Pitica nodded cocoon.

Apparently, you convinced me.

"So we're going? Twelve."

"To Joo"

"Thirteen"

"Mr. Ju."

"Fourteen"

"Djuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"hahaha"

I was caught off guard, and I set up the guy who suddenly raised his body earlier. Pitica, who freaked out and made a weird voice, pinned her tail up, pokali, pokook, pakan. Beat my head like a drum with both hands. [M]

"Shingo, wow, wow, wow"

"haha"

"Laugh, no"

"Sorry, Pitica, I'm not laughing anymore. Forgive me for working so hard next time."

"No, whoa, whoa, whoa."

A mild vibration continues on the back of the head.

Pitica's cheeks, which rarely showed any change, were only slightly reddish.

He was so embarrassed.

Our fun exercise lasted until the owner knocked on the door.