The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

Karan Karan Karan...... Batan.

Crewe heard that sound of the door closing similar to that when the blade on the truncator fell.

The 'Opening' bill hung is like irony. The key is open, but it can be opened, but that's not a good idea for Krew to open it now. When I opened it and went back, the shopkeeper wouldn't be so nice to you that it was still difficult for you. Keep going. It is the mountain of Sekiyama that is forced to turn right and thrown out again. That's who it is.

Give up and deflect your gaze from the door of stubborn rejection. And I saw people go and go. There are not so many people on the street, but it must not seem to her that it is a difficult path to take out like a marsh of poison.

I tried harder to loosen my lacrimal glands. It's okay, the purpose is just three houses next door from here. Not so far away. In case someone attacks you before you get there, if you shout it out, it's bound to reach Sputnik. Krew convinced himself so, and nodded one, walking out to the right hand side.

"Ichi......"

Next door. Keep your gaze low and keep your gaze out of sight with anyone.

"To..."

Two houses next door. My heart bounces every now and then whenever someone's shadow passes nearby, but every shadow moves away quickly, without harming her. Nevertheless, she felt as if she had walked forever and ever closer until she spoke of the next number.

And.

The words, which finally threw up, sounded like some kind of declaration of liberation.

"... eh."

We reach next door to three houses, and more power falls out of our shoulders - but.

She had not forgotten that this was not the end. After you've spoken to people you don't know from now on and told them you've come to buy ink, you definitely have to pay the price, and also, you have to walk home on this long journey - on your own.

A path of endless trials. But if we don't, I'm sure he won't welcome us. Also, if he doesn't, he may be stunned by himself for not even being able to do it. I just didn't want to be able to get any further distance, being yourself who isn't even a child to match. Yes, there's something about someone sitting next to him who can't shop one thing!

To stand next to him, to be the woman you deserve. So determined, he nodded one big time, and Crewe raised his face with momentum - but.

"... that?

Whatever it was there, it was a store that wouldn't have handled ink or anything.

Several cases are lined up in show windows. Each case has a price tag on it, and in it, there are towels, stuffed animals, and hair balls that move one at a time - it's a pet store.

Yes, Crewe recalls. This is a place where you often shop home and Crewe stops. The energetic kitten with the black gray stripes at the middle right end was her favorite. Peeping into the case at the right end, the familiar cat is still moving his nose with a tingle. Does that mean there's ink for sale here?

"... ink, please"

I can't believe it, I'll tell you.

Then the kitten opened her little mouth wide and replied with skill in showing her sharp teeth.

"Nyaa."

But of course, the cat didn't give me what I wanted. When you pull the towel that was rolling on the edge, you fall asleep and start kicking it with your hind legs. I'd love to see that look cute, but what Crewe wants is not a used towel or anything like that.

"Um..."

Get your hands on the glass and talk to me again.

But apparently the struggle instinct caught fire. The kitten just kept kicking that cloth out, like a parent's revenge, and seemed to have lost any interest from the audience (Crewe) already.

"Ink......"

The courage I aroused with my determination has completely shriveled.

I feel terribly lonely, my vision is twitchy and sumptuous, cloudy. I don't think so, but thinking doesn't stop me from sticking it up my back. I couldn't stand it and almost cried his name out loud, then.

- Lynn, Lynn.

There was a doorbell. It's slightly higher and busier than the one from Sputnik Jewelry Store.

Turning to you by the sound, a young man stood there. A tall man with a habitual redhead. Hi, the doorbell sounds like the pet shop door was the source, and the youth seemed to come out of that door again, but Crewe didn't care about the information around it.

A man I don't know. - Someone who's not Sputnik.

That was all for Crewe, enough.

"Ah, ah..."

Tears pulled in. But instead, intense red flags that even cause headaches blink in my head, making a hustle and bustle about running away. I don't know who that is, but I have to run anyway. At least to the point where this guy can't catch up. Otherwise, 'see you'.

Crewe, who had stopped putting up with fear, ran back and forth - but only one beat faster than that.

The youth went into action better.

"... Huh?

But that was a totally unexpected course of action for Crewe.

He doesn't approach Crewe, he doesn't reach out, he doesn't yell - he doesn't capture Crewe, for some reason.

Hey, I just sat there.

He broke his knee and lowered his back on the road. Even so, the butt seems to be floating off the ground to be exact, but in any case to unexpected behavior, Crewe also forgets to escape and stands up.

In the meantime, he kept his posture low to the limit, and with a small stride he took a moment to come to her sight, and then finally reached out.

And pick the hem of Crewe's cardigan with his finger and thumb.

"Gotcha."

I didn't learn to fear the words because he was laughing joyfully. The fingers picking the clothes didn't have that much power either, to the extent that Crewe would have untied them as soon as he took a step back.

He stays close to the ground and looks up at Crewe with his ascendancy. And still with a friendly look,

"Hi, I'm the clerk here. You're from the jewelry store, right?

I said, so Crewe was unintentionally surprised.

"About me, know...?

"Of course. You've been peeking at us a lot. Mr. Sputnik doesn't seem very interested in cats."

Indeed, when Crewe stops here when he shops, in contrast to her, who smiles and sticks to the glass, Sputnik simply gave a troublesome look and did not particularly imitate peeking into the animal. She's so cute.

"But I hear the crow hates him the most. When he ran out, he said he'd been stolen."

"Really?

I'm just a little surprised that he has something he doesn't like - but.

How does this clerk know that? As I saw through Crewe's such doubts, he tipped his little neck.

"I shopped home the other day, and while you were there, I just let him talk to me for a second, which was pioneering. You were obsessed with the kid, and you didn't seem to notice anything about this one. At that time, I heard you were a little familiar. [M] So this is how I tried to get close, but I guess I surprised you the other way around, sorry.... and then it's time to get up"

I laughed as if my legs were getting tired and lit up. He stood up thankfully, making an apology for what had made him care and recommending that he take it easy. Pull the apron that was bent and erase the wrinkles. Around his chest, there were big illustrations of cats, dogs and birds.

The young man who looked so horrible earlier, now, not so much.

"Hello again"

"Hello"

Eat but manage to say hello. "It's a good reply," he laughed.

"Uh, your name was, uh, Coo."

"Ku, it's Crewe. Mr. Sputnik calls it Ku, though."

"Excuse me. So, Krewe, do you like animals? Dogs, cats, this kind of thing."

And point to the glass in the store with your hands. They lived there, with their short hands and feet, each taking whatever action they wanted with their long tails. Sleeping, scratching my ears, grabbing me by a towel - but they're all the same, cute.

So Crewe nodded, nagging.

"I like it, sir."

"I'm glad about that. You know, I'm going to feed these guys. You always seem to be watching me, and I thought you might try feeding me too, so I came to ask you out, what do you think?

In the middle of the apron, he told Crewe, yes, as he took one round shaped mouse stuffed animal out of his large pocket and shook it.

Feeding. This is an incredible opportunity to see the fluff from this side of the glass in close proximity.

"Or is it some kind of rush or something?"

"Uh..."

It was an invitation, but in the middle of using it, it was obvious that I had to say no. Sputnik will be waiting for Krew to return, and if he doesn't take the ink home soon, I'm sure he'll be in trouble.

Though. Hidden on the side, look at the case. When did the black ash kitten let go of the towel and sat well behaved and turned to Crewe. Beyond the glass, two glittering circles (mares) reflect her all at once. The moment I realized it, the balance in my head tilted slightly.

Crewe answered, whispering, letting him make a few gaps with his finger and thumb.

"... well, just a little bit"

At the same time, in my heart, I groaned, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sputnik".

(cont 'd)