The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

- I have a few goals.

"Mr. Sputnik's idiot. Mr. Sputnik's, I guess."

After I bought cleaning agent and wire from the material store and requested an abrasive (emery) pick up, I finished shopping at the bakery. As he walked back to the store, Crewe was speaking ill of his employer as he sang.

There's no more frustration, though, thanks to the scattering you made me cry. I feel spared to just forgive them as they are, so I'm willing to persevere just at the tip of my mouth. But I can't stand the sweet scent of fluttering out of a paper bag, and my cheeks are broken.

I told the bakery owner earlier, "I just freshly baked it!" I was wrapped with two melon breads and three cannulas. Of course the melon bread is for Sputnik, but Canulet bought it as a thank you to the nuts for taking on the answering machine.

Speaking of which, what time is it? I took the clock out of my pocket and looked, and the needle was pointing to five minutes before 10: 00. Increase the speed of walking in a hurry. Because the material store was a little crowded.

- Sputnik says he likes the fact that melon bread has a completely different texture to the outside and inside.

'Sometimes, I plant melon pulp and fragrances in vain, but I can't do that. I won't admit it. Some bakeries had raw ham melons embedded in the center of what went insane, and that was when they were about to burst. "

Sputnik, who once told her that, did drink brandy directly from the bottle.

He says he has a few goals he wants to accomplish in his life, and he's been taught two of them before. One of the two things Crewe knows is to settle in a city with delicious melon bread, and the other is to own your own shop.

Now that I have completed my civil registration with the city of Riafiat and have a Sputnik jewelry store, both of the two dreams I have been taught will have come true.

"Crewe. Use your 'physique' to make those two wishes come true to me.... when it comes true - '

Remembering the words ahead, Crewe dropped his gaze.

Sputnik's favor. Or a wish. What Sputnik offered as consideration was extra for her to accept his request for cooperation at the time. So she accepted the offer without one or two - though.

… now.

"I wonder why I made that promise."

The vomited words disappeared into the noise of the market.

Sometimes, I think. - Does Sputnik remember that promise?

Even if he set up a shop and business in this city was on track, he would never say anything about his promise. If I could remember, it was like my chest could be tightened, but it was horrible to confirm that. Whenever an old thing came up between us, Sputnik didn't mind telling us about his promise, "Speaking of which," she said.

Sure, I used to want it, but not now.

"If you forget, it's better..."

When Crewe took a long sigh of relief from the uncertain troubles.

"...... eh"

Unexpectedly, there was something coming up from the back of my throat. It's not like nausea, a chunk of foreign matter.

Crewe knew in years of experience what it would show.

"Ah, uh..."

Not good.

I rush to put my hands on my hips and explore my skirt pockets, but I don't have a handkerchief I always carry with me. I left it in the processing room for every gem in the morning. There's nothing I can hide from this. After getting a little lost, he jumped into an uninspiring alley.

Hold your mouth with both hands to a foreign feeling that gets worse and worse.

Fold your knees, round your body. When he coughed, two stones rolled out of between his fingers, stiffness and stiffness. A dull, glowing lump of green in just a little light that barely plunges into a dim alley even at noon. That's exactly who she was filling her throat with.

I reached out to pick it up, attacked by a light sense of vanity, and then...

"... Huh?

The shadow covered where she was. At the same time, a voice I've never heard.

A little further, I saw people's feet.

- Face up.

I saw a strange man with a surprised look on his face.

"Ah..."

The less patterned man looks at her alternately with the jewel that rolled at his feet.

It won't take as long for those eyes to be colored by curiosity and greed.

Shit, it's late when Crewe thinks...

- - Dark.

*

Concon, Sputnik woke up with a small sound like hitting something called Concon.

Well, what's that noise? With more than half of my sleeping head, I think with my eyelids closed. Is there even a rat running through the attic? If so, I would have to do an extermination, I think so, but I didn't feel like getting up. It shouldn't be that long since I took a light bath and dived into bed. Tons of alcohol and sleepers consumed over the night, blankets worn all the way to his nose do not do him any good to wake up.

Eventually, the sound will be louder than the Gongon and earlier. Not the size of a rat, is it a cat? I don't know who I am, but it's an obstruction to sleep in any case. I frown on my ear problems, but you wouldn't even care about that without appearance. After a long sigh of endless noise, Sputnik pulled the duvet further and wore it to the tip of his head. Then the sound and the sunlight that was plugging over the curtain are kept away and the sleeping environment returns.

Jesus, and exhale deeply, and stop thinking. The sensation of distraction.

but.

Now I hear another noise.

Because of the tension, it even cracks a soundproof wall named a duvet and sounds like it weighs more than a cat and something stiff kicks something - I knew this right away. The sound of a shoe hitting the floor. Based on the weight of the sound, it's probably a woman.

Footsteps came closer and closer, eventually breaking into his sleeping bedroom, stopping by the bed.

Wake up.

I heard a sloppy voice. As expected, the woman's.

There are signs of a peek into this one. But, well, I can't remember who the floor was with before bedtime. In itself, it's hard to recall what you were doing before bed in the first place, with a sleepy head like this. Experience knew that not remembering a woman would be a hassle later, but drowsiness prevailed.

Hitting her back and turning away, the woman repeats, "If you stay awake" again as if she were in a hurry. I lowered the duvet slightly, raised only half my heavy lid and looked at you, there was still a shadow of a woman beside the bed. annoying, the words that I should have vomited disappeared into my mouth so much that I could understand the corn and myself, and I'm not sure if it reached her.

I grab my shoulder from the top of the futon and shake it, and I say, "Wake up," as if I were stubborn. Oh, what a annoying woman. It's troublesome to take action, but I can't help it.

Sputnik knew how to shut up efficiently at times like this.

When he finally decided to let go of his fine sleep, he woke up lightly and put his arms out of the futon. "Be quiet," he whispered, turning his hand behind her neck, pulling his head and mouthing it.

But.

"Gah-gah!

A scream to break his tympanic membrane awakened his eyes all at once.

At the same time, he is stretched down on the side and stunned for a moment not knowing what happened. but when I became aware of the pain in my left cheek that hissed, I got angry all at once.

Face up and stare. It wasn't the strange woman standing in front of me - it wasn't.

"What are you doing - you nuts! Temeh, what are you suddenly slapping a sleeping human head on, Cora! I'll call the police. Police!

"What are you doing with this line, and if you need the police, I'll investigate you straight away, you pervert! One of you knocks on the door over and over and over and you don't wake up - you only think about attacking people from morning to night!? You're a little like an animal, I don't believe it!

"Ah, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

What an unsolicited intruder screaming at Sputnik as he gripped his right hand in front of his chest - to the nuts, he threw up complaining without hiding. Of course, I don't remember making a deal with a woman like this overnight, and it would be much more meaningful to even watch a fly mate for three days and three nights if she were to do that.

This is finally not sleeping. Get up and lower your hips by the bed, scratching your head with crouching. Big stretch leaked naturally.

"... you, come into the men's room on your own in the first place, what's that saying? If a woman walks into a single man's room by herself, she won't be able to complain about what she did. Well, don't worry, if it's enough for you, it's more constructive to use that time to exterminate rats."

When I glanced at her, I guess she had some burdens around there too, pulled herself back a little. Momentum is also shredded and I say this with an excuse to blur as I fly my gaze into the void.

"I didn't even want to peek into your personal life, and I didn't want to come here. … but it's time to open the store."

A nutty look reminiscent of some shriveled green vegetable. When I pulled the watch from my pillow when I was told, the watch was pointing to 10: 03.

But I don't have to bother to deal with that. First of all, she should have heard the conversation around there, too.

"What are you talking about? If you're talking about the store, just go to the coo..."

"That Crewe. He's not coming home."

"What?"

Sputnik frowned at the nut words he was told to block. I didn't become uncomfortable. I just thought it was unusual.

I didn't expect that serious employee to forget the opening time and head somewhere.

"Where have you been, that guy?"

"Don't be mad at him. About thirty minutes ago, I went to the shopping you asked me to do, and I said I'd leave, and then I wouldn't exactly come back... but just so you know, you wouldn't even let me open a store, would you?

"Damn, where are you stopping by?"

Probably a crowded supply store or something like that.

Though the security of Liafiat City is better than how many others, it's never been such a dreamy city with a whole bunch of bad guys or only good guys. It's just impossible to sell jewel-like valuables unattended, just like rural vegetables.

When he rose out of bed, Sputnik took a jacket hung on his chair and a small box on his desk. Take out a bottle of cigarette cigarette instead of being careful, and I can. Lighting a fire in phosphorous inches and inhaling slowly, and sighing white smoke over the same time, he walked out towards the exit. After that, I'm a step behind, and my nuts follow me.

With his hands gently fixed his hair, he opened the door of the room, went out into the hallway and passed in front of Crewe's room.

That's when Fujitsu said this, as I recall.

"Yes, Sputnik. Can I ask you something?

To inquire, return silently. I either took that as an affirmation or went on to say it.

"Where were you last night?

"Katon's Tavern"

"I heard you were at the inn. Hulka's Inn?

When I answered immediately, I was asked more questions.

Hulka's Inn is next to Katon's Tavern. It is a very convenient accommodation for alcoholic travellers. I've also heard that if I get drunk at a tavern in Katon, the clerk will collect it and throw it into Hulka's inn on his own - the next morning, the charge comes with a late payment of the increment - but I never swallowed it until it crumbled there, so I don't know how it actually is.

"Has the police station recently even begun to conduct a bare survey of the good general public? Thank you so much."

"You don't deny it."

I don't want to delude you - don't say that.

Again, silently returning it, she said nothing more. I don't know what you're thinking, but I didn't want to get caught up in something odd by saying something bad, even though I'm going to have to do the store's turn now.

Down the stairs, continue down the hallway on the ground floor and exit to the store. It's past opening time, but it's probably because I left the 'in preparation' bill hanging, there are no customers in the store yet. When you take the 'in business' bill out of the counter, open the entrance and go outside. He replaced it with 'in preparation', reassured that there were no guests waiting there.

Looking back, my nuts stood uncomfortably. Breathe deeply again and exhale purple smoke. He took out the hidden ashtray at the counter end and dropped the ashes before gently pointing out with his jaw.

"You go back to work, too. I'll do the rest."

But she didn't make it any better. Frowning and shaking his cover.

"I'll wait till Crewe gets back. Something to worry about."

"Even Ku is not stupid. You're not going to cry because you lost your allowance note."

"But..."

I pointed my lips and closed my mouth as there seemed to be no words to continue though. I know what you're trying to say. It's not like she's breaking a promise. But it's not like she shows up where we argued about that. Sputnik says nothing more, pulls the chair on the counter and sits. After getting a little lost, the nuts sat on the couch for the visitors.

- Just at the same time Sputnik pressed a cigarette against the ashtray and turned it off.

Karan Karan, and the doorbell rang flashly, and someone jumped in. Guests won't open their doors so abusively. I thought Crewe was finally back, but it wasn't.

"Mr. Sputnik!

I rolled into the store and called his name, not so much a girl her age, but an employee he hired. I get along well with Crewe - uh. What was his first name?

"It's not Anna. You're in such a hurry, what's wrong?

Reminds me with a surprised nutty voice. Yes, it's Anna. Next door to three houses, the grocery store's daughter's.

He shakes his blonde hair, shorts his breath, and distorts his cheeks like he's still crying. What are you frightened of? Fade blue - is the fist you gripped shaking small different from what comes from the tiredness you've been running?

A bad feeling arises in Sputnik's belly. No way.

Anna takes her seat to the nut where she walks over. And when I raised my face, I backed up his hunch with a convulsive voice.

"Crewe...!