The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

Outside the window, the moon looks slightly sumptuous.

Is there actually a thin cloud on it, or is my own vision sumptuous? Though I wondered which, I couldn't give the answer, Sputnik gave up his thoughts and sipped the contents of the glass again.

Vision is sumptuous. The knob should only be asking for one melon bread, but do you see how many plates on the table are placed, hallucinations that you can see from drunkenness, or did you unconsciously ask for them? That's good, too, I don't know.

- Time to go.

Sputnik raised his right hand. Consequently, Elsa, a face-to-face waitress, comes to the hand with a slip saying yes and yes.

"Welcome"

When I told her, she shook her trademark, Ponytail, and chuckled, "That's your bill" - but.

Sputnik shook his blanket at the words. I had a reason why I couldn't account for it right now. It's

I forgot my wallet.

When I left the house, I left it in my room.

In evidence, let me slap you in the pocket. It seemed to tell me that nothing was in there, and Elsa muttered, "Oh, well," and blinked as surprised.

"So, you want to go back and get it? Or leave it alone and come with me the next time -"

"No."

Again, shake without force. It's not, it's not.

"So, what happened?... maybe you're so drunk you can't go home or something?

No. What you want to claim is still not.

Elsa tilting her neck wonderfully and a ponytail tilting with her. Seeing that, Sputnik said in a fine, weak voice...

Here's what I told you.

"Call the police because it's a food escape"

"You must be quite drunk."

This is Fine, a coffee shop in the city of Riafiat. This restaurant, which will be a liquor store at night, is now noisy because of the guests who choose to drink.

Sangria, a lot of honey that came out when Sputnik said, "Give me a sweet drink," was palatable and immediately went on with two or three glasses. Things don't go as far as I think, even though he said he was ready to confess his sins that he already enjoyed the last sharing.

Sputnik waved his arms and rejected Elsa, who decided people were bad drunks and tried to get them home.

"I'm not drunk. Just call the police."

"You say you're not as drunk as someone who's drunk. Your bill is next time, so get some sleep in our bed today."

What the hell? The shopkeepers are stopping by one hand with their glass - laughing ridiculously at me for saying "Mr. Sputnik is getting their bad drunk" and "because my young wife ran away" - but this one is serious, I can't afford to set it up. If the young wife is referring to our employees in the first place, it's never 'escaped'!

"Hey, Mr. Sputnik. Let's go home."

Running away from Elsa's hand trying to grab her arm and make her stand, she clings to the table throughout her torso and begs.

"I'm the killer. Put me in the police station detention area, quickly."

"You won't be able to sleep in a place like that. Welcome home."

"The house can't sleep any more!

Screaming back at Elsa pulling her belt as she tried to pull it away from the table, the wild horses around her gushed. This one is so desperate, there's a lot of cluttered cheering going on about what the hell is fun, "Come on Elsa," "Don't lose Mr. Sputnik," etc. Eventually it was about to develop into a bet, but it disappeared with a glance at Elsa.

Eventually, along with the word "at all," the power to pull the belt weakens. I thought you finally gave up, no.

"You don't talk selfishly. You'll leave a message until Crewe gets back!

- It is.

More than any exercise of strength, I pierced Sputnik's belly.

"I told Crewe the same thing about when it was. I wonder if it was the first time Krew left you alone, Krew, I got lonely on my own and stumbled around and said, 'Until Mr. Sputnik gets back, you're gonna leave me, aren't you?'... I never dreamed I'd tell Mr. Sputnik that."

…………

Remind employees who went to school in distant cities while holding onto the table.

Today is the fourth day since Crewe traveled. of, night.

If it's on schedule, she should have arrived in Vealton yesterday. I'm sure Krew's is just finishing day one of experiential school. When I was attending as a student myself, I was allowed to play scattered, but as for myself it was quite a fun school...... for her, I wonder. Are you familiar with a different environment than Rear Fiat?

I sighed. Until that one comes back, I certainly feel like I need to protect the store properly as a store owner. However,

"Yusuban, I don't think so."

"That's not cute what an adult man said."

Very spicy words, thrown up with your hands on your cheeks.

I kept my weight at the table, and I was getting sleepy. Close your eyes, your whole body will look through and the lively voices around you will also stay away from your hearing. Shaking hands seem to be calling me about myself, but that's not clear either -

In a distant consciousness, I heard, "Hey, twins! Get to work!" Elsa's shouting voice. Mr. Sputnik fell asleep, and I'm not sure if he answered that I'm still awake.