Godly shop's cheat fragrance

After Prologue...

It was a business hotel room everywhere.

Though it is a fiercely out-of-the-box genre, today's hotel was a room with a long season.

First of all, there are stains on the walls, water leaks, odors, strange leaking noises, and dust accumulates in the dark corners of the room. Furthermore, the structure of the room itself is grossly narrow due to the columns and plumbing space.

Well, there's something more unforgivable than that. That's a familiar symbol on a table made to the side of the bed to the point of apology.

"No smoking"

It is such a joke mark.

Damn.

It's a garbage room like this, so it's as good as a cigarette. Doesn't that smell better than cigarettes in this room?!

...... yeah. It stinks. Yeah, it stinks. I mean, I just smoked a little bit or so here, and nobody knows, right? All right, let's smoke.

I take a box of new cigarettes out of my carry bag and strip them of vinyl. The unique scent strikes me in the nose when I turn the silver paper.

Mm-hmm. I knew I wouldn't have this after work.

Take out your portable ashtray and lighter too and be ready.

At that moment when I tried to light a single bottle, I remembered my usual routine and took a small wooden carving sculpture out of my carry bag.

Crude making like a combination of kanji earthy lettering and circular shape. It also looks like a "painting" of kanji. It's like an elementary school workmanship, but I made it in workmanship time when I was in elementary school.

Why do you have such a thing is the reason why my teacher asked me questions when I finished carving it during the crafting time.

"What did you make of this?

I notice it after they say it. I wonder what this is. A mysterious symbol that I could somehow do with the sculpture knife without thinking about it.

Trouble, very troubled. Now that I think about it, I'm sure that teacher's question itself didn't make sense. I guess that's what I just heard as one of the conversations without any particular significance.

But at the time, I thought it had to be something because I was a good girl who took anything too seriously... or rather an idiot. So...

"Hmm... thanks for the safe completion of my work trip, which is not even fucking busy today."

Elementary school work, gave the mysterious god his usual survival report.

It's like a habit since that day. Sometimes I get stupidity to hang out with me. Original god. Huh? Laugh if you laugh. It does a lot of good for mental stability.

I don't have the face of a boss who's not busy today, a female colleague who's looking down, or the synchronization who's making a fool of me. That's all I can say about a happy day.

How many times do I have to tell our General Affairs Department to reserve a smoking room??

Those guys really don't have memory. Expenses are expensive...

Well, no, that's what makes me just tired if I think too much. If you're dealing with the world properly, you'll learn to just get tired, right?

It reminded me of the presence of tobacco that remained in place.

Yeah, well, if you put a fire in this guy, the world will be fine. Aren't you?

Put your hips down on the edge of the bed and one foot on the carry bag.

Hang your finger on the lighter's firestone in that outfit.

Maybe.

If I'd been more careful around you at this time.

How many cheap business hotels at the end of the day.

with the rotten odor of that onion.

Sounds like air leaking.