The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

"What follows (Sputnik)".

When he once offered to reside permanently in the city, he wrote his name so on his application for a permanent residence permit.

Natsu was investigating a case at that time, and he was coming to City Hall to pick up a copy of an important reference's application, and happened to be there to submit his papers. I got a good look at it. Besides, I just thought it was a strange name.

Later, when I told Sputnik I met him on patrol, "That's a strange name," as part of a public discourse, he answered with a smile.

- "Oh, why a pseudonym".

Since then, the nuts have not believed in Sputnik.

*

Nuts snorted roughly as they watched 'Employee Only' sway loosely at the remnants of the shock.

Totally, he's still a frigid man.

It's been quite a few months since the two of them have lived here, but Krew still doesn't know who Sputnik is, anyway. There is a habit in the smile that comes to mind, and it should never be just the preconceived notion of the application that makes every word you throw up seem to have a meaning behind it. The residents of the concerned city had welcomed him as one of the people here again, but only the nuts had not lifted their guard.

Krew's, though familiar at first and often hidden behind Sputnik, now also blends into this city to show his year-to-year face, naturally behaving well and laughing. And he said, "How dare you?"

"Huh, huh, huh"

A strange voice or sound then, anyway, something I wasn't sure got in my ear and the nuts looked back behind me.

"Huh? K, Crewe?

"Ugh."

Then there Crewe had a strange groan. Bloat your cheeks, blush your face, and fill your open eyes with tears that seem to be overflowing. He also grips the apron hem firmly with both hands, looks up at the ceiling, and seems to be putting up with something.

This is no big deal. Nat put her hand on her shoulder and stared straight into her eyes.

"What's wrong, even if you feel bad? Are you okay?"

"Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well."

I try to reply to my temperament, but from around the end of the story disappears into groans, it doesn't seem to be okay. Tears grew and zeroed out as she looked, her clenched fists trembled, and eventually, when she closed her eyes firmly when she was no longer patient, a loud cry filled the store.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh."

"All right, all right. What's the matter with you, that idiot doing something nasty again?

I'll hold your shoulders and gently stroke your head.

Then she cried and hugged her nuts and spoke out in interruption.

"Su, supu and garlic,, I came back, just now, all night, somewhere, out, out, like, with"

"Yeah, yeah"

"Wow, the smell of snacks, so, snacks, too much to drink, where have you been, so, whenever you ask, the right thing to do, but, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh."

When emotions are high, Crewe's one-person name goes from 'I' to 'Coo'. It seems like a completely unconscious event for him, though it doesn't seem to make any sense.

I rub my tears roughly with the sleeves of my blouse like a toddler, so my white cheeks get red and hurt. When the nut she saw wiped her tears with a handkerchief, she whimpered and breathed again.

"And, ya, inn, together, oh, one of a--"

And when I heard that that went on, the nuts frowned uncomfortably.

Nuts knows that Sputnik and Crewe are not in love. but I also knew that Crewe had feelings for that sexually evil shopkeeper, whether it was suspicion or romance, or even close to it. I'm not sure if she herself is aware of it, or if that bastard is aware of it, but as she makes such a statement to girls her age without any consideration, it's very hard to notice, but it's also very hard to forgive, and I can't put it on a man's wind.

"Well, listen, I won't work until lunch today, and I'm telling you, Coo, it's not good, and you listen, you don't listen, you don't listen."

"Oh, my God, you're as bad as ever."

"Oh, yeah, it's terrible, it's terrible."

"Don't put up with a guy like that. Scream stupid, because it refreshes you. Sputnik idiot. Yes."

"Su, Mr. Sputnik's, bukah"

Now, are you angry about your work attitude or something else?

I made him cry the way I wanted for a while, and he seemed a little calm. Wiping his tears with a handkerchief lent by his nut, he exhaled much louder.

"Thank you, Mr. Nuts. neat."

"You're welcome. When that downstairs owner wakes up, make sure you kick him around properly."

I joked - I mean 80% of it - and when I said it, I laughed fun. Apparently, I feel perfectly better.

After sneering and giggling for a while.

Crewe accidentally looked up.

"Oh yeah, I need to go shopping..."

And that's what I said.

Shopping?

"Oh, that idiot just said, what about what's missing? Not bad. If you wake up, let me go myself."

"Yeah, well, that's just Mr. Sputnik's best I can do, but it's about your job... oh, but I unlocked all the windows and stuff, and I cut off the security devices. I'm not leaving like this, so I'm giving up."

I laughed bitterly, clapping my shoulders. Surely you can't leave important shops and products unattended.

but to her face, which seems unfortunate, the nuts feel like they can't let go.

So nuts, get your fingers up.

"Well, I'll leave you a message, if you like. You'll be back before the store starts, won't you?

Suggesting that, Crewe blinked with his still slightly moist eyes.

"Is that okay?

It's cheap.

Tilt your neck and make me laugh.

There have been no major incidents here lately, and what I'm going to do when I get back to the bureau is about paperwork. In the name of preserving the security of the general public, even if you kill some time here, you won't get a great deal of punishment - though if you hear about it around Sputnik, you're going to say, "You're a tax thief with a big attitude," I guess.

"More than that, do you remember what you buy?

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Mr. Sputnik said abrasive (Emery) and wire and cleaning agent... oh yeah, that's why I'm going to Ellen's shop too"

"Ellen's?

Ellen's shop is a bakery, I don't think it has anything to do with the processing of the gemstone - but when he saw the nuts that make him wonder, Crewe laughed like trouble, he prefaced it with a lurking voice, "It's a secret," and then said:

"Mr. Sputnik, I like melon bread. Especially since I came to this city, Ellen's is my favorite. I'll be so happy to have coffee and Ellen's shop melon bread ready for you to wake up."

Sputnik delighted with melon bread in front of him, hands up. - It seems that the limits of imagination have come, blurring into the paintings painted on the back of the brain.

The nuts blurred with their hands on their foreheads.

"You like things that don't fit the image again, that guy"

"I also like to drink sober melon bread as a dish."

I didn't really think Sake and melon bread would fit, but I'm talking about that weirdo, it's not weird no matter what he likes.

"So I wonder if I can come back if I have about enough to fifteen minutes. Uh, now--"

Crewe took a small watch out of his apron pocket and opened the lid. Nuts also look at their left wrists. The needle was pointing to 9: 30. It must have been ten o'clock before this store opened.

Eyes that ask for snacks and nuts. Nuts chuckled and waved his right hand.

"Come on in. Be careful you don't have to rush, don't get in an accident."

"Thank you. Sorry to bother you, thank you."

Saying, she pulls back once and comes back with her favorite bag down her shoulder. Then he took off the apron and snagged it to the cashier's chair. He bowed his head twice to Pekopeko and the nuts and then went shopping.

That leaves many jewels and one nut who has to be an employee of the store.

Sitting on the visitors' sofa at the window, my body sank loosely.

"... Inn, hey"

The nuts pounded and squealed as they buried their hips on the couch.

Last night - no, until this morning? In a tavern or an inn, is it an exchange or an encounter? I didn't tell Crewe, but there was only one thing about the nut that caught me.

That fool said he was in the inn with 'Someone of the Women' all night. What if it's...

If.

But the nuts, waving their clothes, stopped thinking. Because it's not something she can answer where she thinks. If you want to know, there's only one way to ask Sputnik himself.

In my lower vision, I saw an apron hanging unwrought by a chair, and then I thought about the girl who owns it, and finally, I guess I'm sleeping upstairs right now. I don't think about the shopkeeper. That's how the nuts, ha, sighed loudly.

- I don't care about that hundredth.

I wish there was a lover like her in that bastard.