Wolf Barrel 5.56

Fountain Square in Salla.

A standing cafe terrace.

Its colorful line of table parasols was as if diverse flowers were blooming neatly.

One of those parasols, a cafe with a stylish southern-style vibe, "…" I was losing my word and standing up.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Pitica's grandma"

The person who would call him that, however, was too young to call him Grandma.

No, or it was Mr. Claudia.

Why is she here?

Or Grandma?

The situation did not swallow well and my head remained confused from earlier.

I don't know who I am.

"Auntie, look. Fuku! I got it!

Pitica standing next to her is happily showing off her piece.

Seeing that, Mr. Claudia had a smile that made her feel motherly.

It feels like a family to the side.

If you look closely, the hair color is the same silver system.

No way, are you really Pitica's grandma!?

It's hard to believe, but this is a different world. My common sense doesn't work.

Maybe something anti-aging about fantasy is lowering her apparent age. She is royal. It's not strange to spend a lot of money on beauty.

I mean, Mr. Claudia looks like this, and she's already quite old.

"I don't think so, but you really don't think I'm your grandmother, do you?

"Hih!?" I accidentally screamed like my throat was caught.

Behind her floating smile came the shadow of death.

I shook my head. [M]

"Meh Meh Meh. There is no extinction either!

"Well......... you take care of your life"

"Oh, haha, haha"

I had half a tear eye and had to make a dry laugh.

Mr. Claudia and Pitica, they've known each other for a long time, and they're taking care of a lot of things. And he said Pitica's games got higher, and sometime they started calling him Grandma.

By the way, there are people here, so they asked me to call them "Claw," not Claudia.

"You don't mind me calling you Grandma, either, do you?

"Yes, no, I won't, Mr. Kraw"

I shunned in a cold sweat.

You didn't feel like you cared at all about your eyes right now!

That Mr. Kraw, but today's outfit was a lot different than when we first met.

Not in fancy, provocative fashion, but in a chic pantsuit. Gorgeous hairstyles also have calm, sumptuous hair.

But that never damaged her charm.

A busty presence that pushes the jacket up from the bottom.

Cuddly creepy west. Slacks for longer legs.

Even though there was no skin exposure, this one was more sensually visible to my eyes.

The sunglasses she wears to conceal her identity were not shaped like the eyes of a big dragonfly popular in the real world, but sharp shaped objects, perfect for her tight face shape. Its side was sharp as an eagle, and beautiful.

As far as I'm concerned, falling in love with an actress in an action movie for a long time, her stunning beauty was something that made her chest pound strongly.

"Ogami, don't you see too many women giddy?

"Oh, su, excuse me!

Shit. I saw it coming. In a panic, I turned away.

Mr. Kraw did not look uncomfortable, but rather bent his lips in a good mood.

Seems like an excuse, but Mr. Kraw has a strange gravitational pull that draws his gaze.

The gravity wasn't just working for me.

If I looked around closely, I could see a guy looking sloppy and stealing a look at her. Wow, I was looking at Mr. Kraw with that face, too. That made me feel ashamed to death.

Besides,

"Singo, meh!

Pitica gave me a binta of educational instruction.

I'm sorry, Pitica. I'm going to live seriously.

That hurt a lot the other day, didn't it?

So this morning, Pitica was angry that she was going to "hang on," but apparently Mr. Kraw broke his promise to Pitica. Even so, it's not like Pitica was seriously angry either, but when she heard Mr. Kraw's words of apology, she was putting down the spear lightly.

"Well, Auntie, fuck Pitica."

"Yes, Master Pitica"

Mr. Kraw knelt one knee in front of Pitica and bowed with his hands on his chest.

"I will never imitate you like this again."

That was a tricky trick for a little kid not to scrub too hard.

I just realized that she would always call her "Dear" about Pitica. I had no idea what that meant.

Anyway, that settles one thing.

That's what I thought, but things rolled out here in an unexpected direction.

It was from this one word of Pitica that inspired it.

"Well, fuck off, then, huh?

"Ambiguous, is it?

I had a bad feeling when I saw Mr. Kraw listening back to me in surprise.

No way, Pitica.

Are you going to do 'that' here?

The unpleasant feeling was that Pitica stuck her pinky fingers out of both hands, which turned into certainty.

That's how Mr. Kraw made a small circle with Pitica,

In the middle of the cafe terrace, where people barely saw me, I was framed for waltz dancing.

In contrast to the upbeat pitika, Mr. Kraw, who was singling out the crowd, had a completely catchy mouth. It is obvious that we are quite unable to do so.

Such a smiling sight, like parents and children playing beside each other.

But when I saw Sole, I couldn't forbid chills.

Seriously, it's been a mess.

My insignificant behavior has created a terrible situation.

If they find out it was my idea, they'll definitely erase it.

Something national, it gets wiped out by a tune.

Frozen in the war, from the back, a fairly large "Buhyo!" A strange laugh echoed. Mr. Kraw's smile draws even more attention. I felt like laughing with my thighs. [M] 'Cause the spinning Mr. Kraw is giving off the doth glimpse of "I'll kill you if you laugh".

If I raise the corner of my mouth by even 1 cm, I will die.

That's what my five senses warn me.

Bear with me. Bear with me!

After a long, long endurance race. Mr. Kraw, who was finally liberated, sat down in his seat with a dosa. The look was like consuming 2,000 kcal in just a few minutes. Thank you. Pitica against, her eyes shine and she looks happy.

"Now we're done."

"Really, that's more than anything else," Mr. Kraw exhales. "By the way, Master Pitica, what was that dance earlier?

"That's a nasty, nasty dance"

Pitica proudly begins to explain. And he sent me a gaze. [M]

Da, no, Pitica, you can't go ahead from there! and plead with a gaze.

But I didn't pass it on.

"Singo told me"

Moment after moment, the air quality changed.

I have goosebumps on my arm, which stretches from half a foot.

I remember this feeling. It's nervousness when you're facing death.

"Ha ha... that's... the ogre..."

Mr. Kraw, loose, rose up like a ghost.

It's not normal. The people who picked up her signs scratched after the tide.

Soon there was space around me and Mr. Kraw. I feel like I'm standing in a blast. I try to escape, but my legs don't move like they're frozen. And Mr. Kraw's eyes on me transformed from a human to a female lion after an impala.

Yes, I lost it.

I'm sad, I sent the last smile of my life to Pitica. [M]

I don't know anything. Pitica is Kyotong.

Pitica, I'm sorry.

Apparently I am.

I can't keep my promise to you. [M]

I'm sorry I couldn't play for you.

Looking back again.

There was a flat hand there that reminded me of the jaw of a carnivore, which was looming to this day.

I can see the sky twilight through the window.

I was lying in my own room in an orange-dyed hotel bed.

I thought I was going to die, but apparently I didn't.

Mr. Kraw gave me an iron claw.

That's all you exaggerate, the one who laughs is an idiot who lacks imagination.

You should try getting your head grabbed by an industrial robotic arm. Because you can experience it with me.

My feet were completely floating in the universe.

My neck didn't fall out often.

My liver freezes just in retrospect.

Then the wet towel that was on his forehead was replaced with a new object.

It cools down the affected area. While I narrow my eyes to that feeling.

"Thanks"

With that said, the presence that changed the towel - Broccoli - you waved "fine" and replied.

"Daiji-bu?

From the left edge of my vision, Pitica peered in.

My ears are dripping with petans to the left and right. I guess you're worried about me. I stopped and smiled, scratching and stroking between my dog's ears.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry, Pitica."

"I'm sorry, where are you going?" Pitica, with her jaw on the bed, puts her cotton and neck up.

"Because of me, my dinner party got par"

After that, I was rescued by Stella, who was about to be preyed upon by Mr. Kraw by chance.

The next time I woke up unconscious, I was in the hotel room.

Broccoli, you're here because you're here to pick up Pitica.

Yes. It's evening now. It's time to go home.

Because of me, I ruined my time with Pitica and Grandma.

I'm sorry about that, and clouding my face,

"Pitica, I wanted to."

A red leafy hand rubbed my sinking expression.

And say the same word, again.

"Pitica, you did, didn't you?

There's nothing on that face that looks like an expression.

But the tail visible over her shoulder fluttered and swayed, even though there was no wind.

Oh well.

Something warm spreads through your chest.

I turned off my disgusting face and smiled my best. [M]

Then he got out of bed and pinched Pitica's cheeks with both hands in return for what he had just done. The touch is crystal. But the feel is marshmallows. It's a little warm.

while deforming with Munimni,

"Me too, Pitica. I really wanted to today."

"Really?"

"Of course I do. It's been a long time since I've had such a sunny time. Pitica, thank you so much for coming."

With that said, Pitica's tail rocked out louder.

Pitica is distracting from me. [M] Looks like it's lit.

"Let's do Frisbee again, shall we?

"Huh!

Pitica stuck her hands out as she left my hand. [M] My little finger is standing.

I think I really liked the silly dance.

Oh, yeah.

Broccoli, come here.

You and Pitica, the three broccoli that shake the afro, make a big circle.

And I went around.

I laugh.

Pitica rocks her tail.

Broccoli, you carve a light rhythm.

The three of us asked God if this happy hour would come again.

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