The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

Gems and stories of her loved by gems.

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Lily, and the clock under her pillow rattled, and Crewe woke up.

Oh, it's noisy. Stretch your arms while only remembering the terribly daunting emotions in your melting head and release the watch alarm with the feel of your fingertips. I just don't have the energy to wake up yet, and I'll be waiting about five minutes for a respite from that before I get my face out of the futon.

When she finally gazed at the dial, the clock was long enough past the time she set the alarm.

"... good morning"

The words that stood ready to get up and snapped into a room where no one was present were dispersed by the absences. I get out of bed thinking I can't decide anything - and on that clap, from my bedding hem, corn, and two, no, three gems rolled out. Apparently, I 'threw up' while I was asleep.

One is red and one is blue. And one was green. When he picked them all up, Crewe gently slipped them into the pocket of the apron hung on the hanger.

- It is the beginning of a day for "Sputnik Jewellery Store" employees, Crewe.

The city of Riafiat is located in the eastern part of the continent, a moderate city that flourished as a lodging town on Lucar Street.

The city, which is also known throughout the year as a region of a wide variety of fruits and flowers due to its warm climate, is a very good policing operation of the police station, although it is not a branch of the Witches Association, and the unsolved cases are equal to zero and very livable land.

In such a corner of the city there was a small jewelry store with two clerks. - "Sputnik Jewellery Sputnik".

- The second floor of the store is a residential area, and the room where the employee Krew resides is also there.

Down the stairs in front of the room and open a single door, it's already in the store.

"Good Morning Sosu"

Finish your meal and go to work. Today's costumes include a simple round collar blouse and a spring flared skirt, a light blue cardigan. The cardigan is the only second button from the top that mimics the shape of the flower and is one of Crewe's favorites. but when he bragged about it to the shopkeeper before, he laughed with his nose after starving at his chest, "I'm not hungry enough to crave the slab either," etc., so he stopped saying anything about fashion to the shopkeeper since then.

And then, as usual, he puts his chestnut hair together with a triangle towel, which is about the middle of his back, and hangs an apron. The only red earrings that colour the right ear as an accessory, although they are not so decorative, are the ones the shopkeeper used to make me say "this is for you" and I wear them all the time.

Although Krew's greeting to the store owner and the store did not dissolve into a slight sleep this time.

"... that, Mr. Sputnik?

The owner of the case was nowhere in the store. Though I usually come earlier than I am, sitting in a cashier's counter chair, sipping black coffee when I slouch with my grumpy eyes.

If you look around carefully, the windows are closed, and the gemstone case stays clothed. It does not appear that the door of the gemstone processing room is still locked or inside.

So are you sleeping, or are you late? The store owner's living room is still on the second floor of the store, next to Krew. If you don't want to come down long enough before the opening time, let's go wake you up to your room. With that decision in mind, Crewe went to get ready to open the store.

First unlock the entrance and flip the 'Closed' bill hung on the door to 'Preparing'. Then open the window to change the air and strip away the cloth on the gemstone case. When he made sure there were no problems with the case and the internal display, Crewe wrapped the cloth around and put it under the shelf. Take the cloth from all the gemstone cases, then unlock the cashier's counter number.

and then.

At the entrance I just unlocked earlier, the doorbell rang.

But it is still out of business hours. There are bills for "Preparing," and even the shopkeeper hasn't come down yet in the first place - but it's an indisputable fact that someone has come, and Crewe turns around the door in a hurry.

And with the brightest smile I could, I said my usual greetings.

"Welcome to Sputnik Jewelry Store! Excuse me, sir, we're still out of business hours."

But.

It's me.

I said briefly, the person was not a guest.

Sleek, tall, and neat face. The nasal muscles that went through and the slightly lowered eyes were even seeping sweet and colourful, meaning that the person's appearance, in a nutshell, was' it preferred by women '. - It was Sputnik, the jewellers of the Sputnik jewellery store and the owner of this store, who stood in such a way that they could also hit the entrance door.

But where the hell have you been, his ash eyes this morning somehow seemed out of focus, his cheeks blue-white and seemed slightly tired from his slightly disturbed dark hair.

I walk over wondering, but

"Uh, welcome back, Mr. Sputnik. Why are you drinking at this hour?

I stopped on my legs and glanced at my face because of the awful smell of alcohol on my nose.

Regardless of how she looks like that, he passes by her side with his precarious footsteps. Crewe rushed after him.

"Where the hell have you been all this time?"

But I cut the word there because I noticed something else mixed up in his entangled air, in the smell of alcohol.

The woman's, the smell of perfume.

But Sputnik doesn't even look back, he answers blurry.

"If you smell liquor, it's in the tavern."

"Are you alone? Until this hour?

"Whoever I drink with is my choice."

Crewe's cheeks swell unexpectedly in response.

"It's troublesome when you spend a lot of your store's money as a social expense"

"Don't worry. Cashier's my purse."

I mean, he's not willing to give details about what happened this past night. Crewe's mood gets even worse and his cheeks get more and more swollen.

You wouldn't have noticed that, but Sputnik stopped walking and looked back at it curly.

Gaze at employees who don't hide their anger, but don't look particularly cowardly either.

"Look, Coo, I'm going to bed from now until noon. When a customer arrives, treat them appropriately. If a guy comes for me, tell him the owner's away for the purchase."

He is a shopkeeper who lines up all the lies at all. And there was no way he wanted to hear it where he received such a self-centered order where he was not in the mood, and Crewe tried to reply, "I can't accept it," but a moment earlier, he looked up at the void when he took his gaze off of her.

"Oh, yeah, I remembered it with a purchase. What's up with you today?

Questions missing from the modification section. But Krew knew what it would show. I'm talking about her own 'physique'.

I was able to leave the answer to the unsavory mood I had accumulated in my stomach and turn that way, but this is also a work story. I sighed thinly and then she answered the question.

"… three,"

Although I would like you to miss that an emotion that you couldn't contain has been expressed as a slightly lower voice.

Anyway, that's how I answered correctly, and Crewe took the folded white cloth out of Apron's pocket. When it opens, it holds that gem that I picked up in bed to get up and out.

"Right. Yeah."

When Sputnik received every piece of jewellery, he gazed at it with a light watermark of the yet to be processed red, then grinned. There is no liquor residue there, and again innocent as a boy, Crewe unexpectedly squeaks away.

Eventually, as he lowered his arms, he shrugged as he rolled the other two over his palms.

"That's a pretty good one today."

"Really?"

"There are no scratches, the size is there, and the purity is high. It's worth the processing. Today is a good day."

And the conspicuous long fingers of the verse stroked her head.

- Her strange 'physique'. It was about 'creating' a gem in your body.

Ruby or sapphire, peridot, emerald, garnet...... a wide variety. It is produced in the body, and Krew vomits from his mouth a few times a day.

She doesn't know how it works, or what it's made of physiological phenomena. That was already the kind of physique I had when I realized it, and neither of my parents knew what might have caused it, and when I realized it, it was kept as a source of funds for thieves and treated like a slave wrangler. It was every day when I was dressed and rolled into the corner of Azit, and my meal was not given to me, and if I ran out of money, I would be beaten to the stomach and thrown up with stones.

It was Sputnik who was traveling as a jeweler of the stream at the time that helped such a crew.

The thieves, who one day unluckily targeted this vicious traveler, are attacked, as usual, but lightly turned back. The thieves rushed to escape, but were caught by Sputnik without rivalry, demanding 'compensation for the heart trauma they suffered as a result of the sudden raid' - "If you can't get it out, you can sell two or three of Temehe's guts to cover the compensation, right?" - and so he preyed on the golden-eyed objects that were in the thief's aside, one of which was a 'girl spitting jewels', Crewe, too.

Then a few years after the hour flowed, Sputnik, who also collected quite a bit of money, decides to set up a small jewelry store in this Liafiat city that bears his name - gossip.

Warmth of a stroking hand and a compliment called with a gentle voice. I forgot my anger and was about to accidentally forgive everything, but I managed to make myself look up.

"Oh, no! It's no use trying to delude me with those words, the fact that I was drinking in a liquor store during the night is not a good reason to go back to work!

"Chip."

Soul gallbladder still seemed to be around it as I returned the tongue punch.

I will try to say even more, but sooner than that, Sputnik clapped his shoulders and said:

"That's out-of-heart. I haven't been drinking and playing all night."

"... Really?

"Even so. - I even went to the inn last night."

"Mr. Sputnik!

In the perfume of a woman, the inn. Neither is Crewe a child so much that I don't understand what that means.

When Sputnik shouted his name as he realized his cheeks were feverish, he laughed as he raised his voice. Most of the time Crewe reacts funny, and that's how he says things mean. I know I should flush it without dealing with them, but I can't do it very well.

Come on, Krew yelled at me - then.

Karan Cologne, and the doorbell sounded again.

Swallow the curse that was coming out to your mouth and turn around. Then there stood a woman.

"Hello"

When she saw the two of them, she greeted them calmly, in the voice of Alto Soprano.

Beautiful woman with long dark hair tucked up and casual suit. I also get a slightly younger impression from the soft eye area, but the red-coated lips were very grown up, and combined with neat style and clothing, she claimed to be a professional.

- The look on Sputnik's face, who was laughing with pleasure, clouds once and for all acknowledging her appearance.

He sounded heartfelt uncomfortable, calling her by her name.

"... Shh. Nuts."

"Say hello to what? How are you feeling? Lower Putnik"

Nuts. - She is a female police officer, enrolled in the Liafiat branch of the police station.

The rank is Captain. Thin and supple appearance is a story about getting into ten fingers within a police station that is supposed to be a men's society in the art of arrest, back-to-back, physical excellence. I don't know a few accomplishments I gave you, I'm famous as Inspector Agility, but it didn't seem to go well with Sputnik at all.

"Oh, it sucks from before the store opened because of you. Can't Temeh even remember a man's name?"

"I just remembered your name to no avail, House Putnik. Yeah, Gesputnik's a long, annoying piece of shit, so the atmosphere gets dirty, okay? Guess. How are you feeling? Guess."

"I know I've been bothering to make it a letter long, Temee, but dumb nut. What do you want?"

Just go home, Sputnik, without hiding his gaze.

But she flushed it with a cool face and said, "It's out of my mind."

"What can I do for you? It's just a routine patrol. - How are you feeling, Crewe?

Suddenly he was told the story and Crewe blinked unexpectedly.

Regardless of Sputnik, she didn't seem to hate Krew. He smiles and greets me even as I walk around the city shopping and stuff, and good info - "He's selling croquettes from five o'clock at the butcher's today!" or "The ink crepe from that new product over there, it looks like a getty thing, but I should have been surprised" - if there was one, it would tell me.

I didn't hate Crewe himself for being smart, strong, social, and bright about her.

"Oh, uh, it's a bummer. Where's Mr. Nuts?

"That's good. Neither do I. You look cute today, Crewe."

"Oh, wow, wow, that's not true, is it?"

"Don't deal with me, Coo"

Accidentally praised, he unwittingly puts his hands on his reddish cheeks and lights them up. When Sputnik told Klu like that, he pointed his fingertips straight at his nuts.

"Thank you for your hard work today, Inspector. I'll tell you one good thing about thanking you for coming to see how we are each day. You know what I call a guy like you? - Remember, it's called" Yosuke Baba. "

"Oh, I can't thank you enough. Something I just like and do. - To keep our citizens safe from people like you."

"Wow, I called the good general public 'impotent'. That's a competent woman. The captain is different. It makes me cry when I think our blood taxes are being used to eat you."

"It's an honor to keep it as a compliment. But if I could, I'd be much happier if you'd just give me both hands in silence rather than that kind of mouth respect. The cuffs are easy and helpful."

Temehe, you're selling a fight.

"Oh, that's our line."

"Oh, you know, it's not a good fight, you're both close, right?

The take-up of Crewe is completely ignored by both sides. And an instant glance...

- But that didn't last long, and it was Sputnik who got out of sight first.

"Oh, I stopped. I stopped. I just don't have time to sleep where I'm so fucked up."

When I said so, I turned my back and grabbed the knob on the door that said 'employee only'. It's the same door that Krew came by earlier, followed by the employee living space.

"Hey, Sputnik, I'm not done talking to you."

"That's right, Coo. The silver wire is gone. And not enough cleaning agent and emery. Get it together and throw it in the processing room before I wake up. And don't ever wake me until I get up voluntarily."

He wasn't willing to listen to the nuts. He didn't have any shards. Speaking so unilaterally in a quick tone, twist the knob and open the door, opening as wide as you need to, then leap yourself inside. And without waiting for Crewe's reply, he momentously closed the door.

Batan, and a rough noise shook the 'Employee Only' bill heavily.