Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"Good morning, uncle"

A girl's voice echoes in the bright room.

The man looked up from the old book he was reading and saw the entrance to the room.

There's a girl with peach hair over there.

It's the Virgin - a young girl in an organization called The Temple, in such a position.

The man pinches the vagina into an old large book and places it on the visitor's low table that was in front of him.

And show the sofa face to face with one hand.

"Good morning, Virgin. Have a seat."

- I grinned.

The Virgin puts her neck up.

"Uncle, did something good happen?

"Hmm? Does that look like it?

"Yes. Somehow today, you will always look more and more tender"

"Hmm. I don't know... well, sit down"

The man was, in fact, desperate to fix a look like nothing.

That's why the Virgin's statement had her liver chilled: 'You're a careful child with all the details'.

Because - on the low table in front of a man, there is an open bump in his mouth.

Unnaturally large enough to place as a condiment on a low table, it's as bumpy as a kid's head.

Among them was a monster called 'Mimic'.

And what mattered was that this monster had the nature of 'delight in putting people away'.

I mean, men are flirting.

In a man's plan, Mimic pops up the moment the Virgin sits on the couch and startles the Virgin.

Below are delusions.

'Wow, I'm surprised. What is this? Uncle?'

"This is a monster called Mimic."

"There's no monster."

So what else do you say to me?

"It's..."

'Do you understand? There are creatures in this world that are not in your common sense. I mean, I'm a vampire, not a middle-aged man with a crack. "

'Okay. My uncle is a vampire!

That's it, paranoia.

It was expecting such a flow of conversation.

And...

The Virgin sat on the couch.

Come on, get out!

Mimic, Camon!

The man waits a short time for Mimic to pop out, pushing and killing his inner excitement.

The Virgin sits down.

The couch sank lightly.

She took something from her back.

"Well uncle, today, to get your uncle out of here, give me something like this -"

"Can you give me a minute?"

I don't get mimics.

Weird - when you sense someone else approaching you, it's confirmed (with the help of dragons and fairies) that you try to 'make sure' it pops up and let it go.

And yet - I'm not answering.

... Could he be asleep?

"Uh, Virgin, I'm sorry, but can you start over from where you enter the room?

"Yep!? Why!?"

"No, I'm sorry... something went wrong with this confirmation. I'm sorry, but would you shut the door and wait for me, and if I spoke to you, would you come in?

"Yes, fine... you know what, I'm being rude?

"No, no, it's not. I'm not..."

It is you who are trying to be rude.

My good old uncle is still trying to get the girl off the hook, which would be less than twenty.

It is an unsaveable rudeness.

In other words, 'my uncle is trying to flirt with a girl with his tentacles', it feels so rude.

"Anyway, I get it. Uncle, I should go outside once, right?

"Oh, I'm sorry, really"

"Then I'll wait outside the door"

The Virgin walked out of the room and the door was closed.

The man taps his knob gently with his fingertips.

I'm not responding.

"Are you still asleep..."

I couldn't find it, so I glanced at my bump from the top and...

Ba!

Without any foretaste, a creature, like a bundle of orange tentacles, popped out of his bump.

"Wow ah!?"

Jumps away while knocking down the couch.

'I guess he's asleep,' he thought, and right after glancing alarmingly, Numenumeuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneuneune on the tip of his nose. Normally I was surprised.

"Uncle!? What's wrong!?"

It must be because of the screaming and the sound of the couch falling, the Virgin enters the room.

And...

"!? Octopus on the table!?"

"Takoo!?"

Unexpectedly, a man's voice flips.

The Virgin pointed her puzzling face at the man,

"Oh, it's octopus, right!?"

"No, that's mimic!

"Hey Uncle, are you naming the octopus!? Keeping the octopus!? Not edible!?"

The moment I was told it was edible, I saw Mimic scratch on my bump.

Then he rattles around every bump and circles behind a fallen man on every couch.

"Oh, Mr. Octopus escaped!? Because he used a heartless word that I was' edible '!?"

"No! This guy is not an octopus! Octopus cracks the language!

"But uncle, octopus is a very clever creature, called 'Sage of the Sea'!

"Ha! That's something, wouldn't it!? Sage isn't what I mean, is it?!?"

"Oh, more than that, uncle, are you okay?!?"

The Virgin rushes over.

And he made me stand up to support a man who remained down.

It is a nursing technique that entered the hall.

"... Oh, uncle, hiccup, were you placing meaningful bumps on the table to show me Mr. Octopus? Uh, was it Mimic?

"Well, to show you..."

I couldn't even tell you that it was to put you down.

The pride of a man activated in a strange place does not allow him to speak without covering up the truth.

"Heh, octopus is okay on land... but you scared me, me"

The Virgin looks lonely.

The man alternates between her nagging right next door and the rattling mimic behind her...

"... well, nothing to worry about."

From here, I realized that it's not an atmosphere to reintroduce "I'm a strange creature called Mimic."