The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

"Well."

Sputnik opened his mouth as he reached for the second of the melon bread.

"Shall we begin with a sermon, Mr. Crewe?

"Mugu."

To the sudden words, Crewe stuck the potatoes he was eating down his throat.

In a hurry, pour in a warm cup of tea - he served it when I asked for it from a Chamber of Commerce official - and breathe. Sputnik's lack of power in his gaze at the hand that breaks the melon bread doesn't seem to be the only reason for his lack of sleep.

In the inn's kitchen, melon bread looked delicious to see. I thought Sputnik would love it, and only then did the extraction of Crewe, who had two put in, seem to have been a success. but now is not the time to be happy with that English break.

Sputnik's chilled gaze moved out of the melon pan to reflect the crew.

I told you not to go out there.

"So, but"

I would have prepared an answer to that. That's why I brought a heavy basket here.

"I want Mr. Sputnik to have a delicious breakfast."

"As far as it goes. Did Mr. Crewe put my order and breakfast on the scale and get breakfast? What a competent employee you are."

Puffiness and cheeks swell in rude rhetoric. But where I got angry, it doesn't make sense, on the contrary, it's the exact opposite of the status quo. When Crewe managed to push the discomfort of his birth into the back of his mind, he returned the bacon-stabbed fork to the plate and put his hands together on his chest.

"But I didn't feel like this city was that dangerous."

Blue skies, white clouds, bustling streets. There are plenty of shops lined up, and outdoor shops in the square also sell cute accessories and dolls. I was walking around with a basket, looking at them in colour, and the open-air merchant called me, "How about one present for your daughter, boyfriend," etc., and I blushed about the fact that the person who came to mind with the words was Sputnik - that's all, anyway.

It was the maps that made the difference, and the rest didn't seem so different from the city of Riafiat.

But Sputnik won't admit it.

"That would be a theory of results. You've come this far, nothing's happened."

"That's not true. Even the innkeeper asked me for lunch in the morning, and he made it without one disgusting face. When I told him I wanted to go to the Jewelry Chamber, he also wrote me a detailed map. Lots of good people."

"You're a good man..."

"Besides, it's not just the people in the city, it's me. I've done my best to get here."

"Hehe. What?"

I didn't want to hear any excuses, and I didn't cut it off. He asks me when I was attracted to his own full crew, flapping the hem of Crew's hair with my free left hand.

If we're going to restore the trust that broke our orders, now is the only time. That's what I thought. Crewe strained his chest to the best of his ability.

"For when I look at the map the wrong way and get lost, I've made it a sign that Butterroll is a little bit chiseled so I don't know the way home. It won't pull out."

"Isn't it full of pullouts? You're obviously eating bread."

Take a lot of breath. Sure, I hadn't thought of that possibility!

An unexpected hole in an operation I thought was complete. With remorse, Crewe grabbed his fist.

"Birds, imitate 'this and'...!

"Where do you remember those words?

Speaking, Sputnik is busily moving his left hand finger. When I saw it, there were three thin braids in one part of Crewe's hair. Hi. They used it for hand games.

When he finished knitting to the hem, Sputnik let go of his hand from her hair. And back to dinner again.

"Anyway, I'm busy, don't make me take extra care of you."

"No, say that"

Squeezed hands tremble with puffiness. That's not anger at birds. Subject, yes.

"You shouldn't be able to blame me all the time. Even Mr. Sputnik used to hang out with women at night again."

"Ah?

Sputnik, pointing it out, frowns in surprise. But to Crewe's eyes, the way it even looked, it just seemed like a white act.

I should have left to make a ring, but I can't find the item anywhere in this room. Besides,

"I will not be deceived. The back of that hand is the proof!

Sharply point out his left hand, which remains of the claw marks.

To Krew's voice, trying to be guided by motion, Sputnik looked at his own hand.

"... aah. This one."

Create a new scar that will leave a dot, with a look like a point of contact.

And I said pompous.

"No, I'm not."

"What?"

"This..." I say for a moment, then I answer. "… 'Information Fee', I guess"

In an unexpected response, Crewe blinked. Information fee?

Sputnik strokes his own head with his hands and sighs.

"I got scattered last night. I haven't eaten a heel in a long time."

"Uh... that"

"So, what? Rings?"

When Sputnik stands up in his chair, he takes up his own jacket, suitably folded up on the desk. Grab the collar with your left hand and put your right hand in your inner pocket. I explored for a while and eventually took out one small box.

"Here."

Black, little box. This is a typical jewelry case, which is also commonly seen in Sputnik jewellery stores (of which). As he placed the fork and received it and looked up at Sputnik, he moved his jaw gently. You can open it, that would be a sign.

Gently open the lid to avoid placing as much strain on the hinge as possible. Seeing what sat in a deep blue cushion in the box, Crewe looked unexpectedly at him.

What was sitting there was a ring.

Colouring the circle buried in the cushion up to about half the way are some clear stones, small but dazzling. Platinum's elephant finely eye-catching design seems to have come out of the paper released all over the room.

How lovely! I screamed in my heart. If they ask me to marry you with such a nice ring in my hand, there's no way I can refuse. I look up to Sputnik with unspoken emotion in my chest. His, remaining eyes in the neighborhood were delightfully distorted when he saw Crewe's expression.

"You were out once you were out of focus. It seemed like they were testing their limits, but it was fun."

Say it. Sputnik threw the rest of the melon bread into his mouth. Slightly too big for a bite. When I forced myself to chew on that with tea, I groaned "comfortably" as if it were the finest nutrient and laughed niggly. It was a slightly too mean look to call "Prince of Destiny," but enough to tempt Crewe's breasts. Spare a heart like an early bell - but.

Realizing it was accidental, Crewe took a lot of breath. The fact that the ring is properly completed means that, as declared, he did not go out to play or anything, but worked all night.

What the hell did I do to him for working so hard?

"Wow, me."

"Yeah?"

Reply by Sputnik, who looks swallowed. By contrast, from Krew's cheek, which had a fever, it now draws a lot of blood.

"Me. Don't know. Hit me on the cheek."

"Ah, fine, fine. He's cute compared to his' education '."

"So, but, but"

I even wave my hand to not care, it seems like they say, "I expect nothing from you".

But it's only natural where they treated me like that. While I was just playing with a stuffed animal in bed, he...

"Mr. Sputnik was trying so hard to sell his body!

"Do you want to 'strain' your body?

That's it.

I'm complained that the mistake in saying that to a boulder is yah, but what matters to Klu now wasn't his lack of knowledge. More than that! My voice trembles.

"Ku is, Ku is a bad boy. Mr. Sputnik worked hard all night, and Ku just slept in your room in the meantime, but, uh, do something great."

"That's good. First of all, I'm the one who told you to wait in your room."

"But..."

"So I'm not mad about that"

Will you forgive me? I glanced up as I thought, and my eyes met. But his eyes were sharpened instantly when he realized that Crewe and his gaze had crossed.

"Except when it comes to being here alone from the inn in the morning."

Said in a low voice, Crewe's tears drew slightly.

Back to darkness, turn away. And I found Sputnik sighing.

"Damn, if anything happens to you, I can't just stay."

Does that mean you're laborious as an employer, or you can't be worried and calm? I would be happy if it was the latter, so the mouth angle rises naturally. But being blamed for it, he snapped his cheek, "What are you laughing at?" But it's also nice to be able to touch each other that way.

When I was stuck in my fingers picking pussy, something small glistened hard at the edge of my sight. It is an earlier ring. I left the case lid open.

Don't wear dust, Crewe reaches out and pulls over the desk. but

Just before closing the lid, heh.

- In the box, I felt an unparalleled discomfort in the sparkling and lightly shining stones.

"What's up?

Sputnik asks if you were surprised by Crewe, who accidentally quieted down. Looking back at him, Crewe asked this question about the ring at hand.

"... is this a diamond?

I'm not sure myself why I wanted to hear that.

Sputnik seemed to realize the identity of that discomfort, which Krew himself could not even speak well of. "I wonder if your eyes are getting fat too," he muttered with a translating face.

"That's right. It's a diamond."

"Really?"

"Ooh. Maybe it's true."

I flaunt my shoulders, open my arms and say aloud. - That trick is just, like, frigid.

But if his words are true, surely the stone is a diamond. Then what makes you uncomfortable?

"Is the pedestal platinum?"

"That bacon was delicious. Here."

Sputnik wrapped the bacon around him as he twirled with a fork, forcing him to offer and block Krew's mouth. The oil is refreshing even though it is already cold, and the slight saltiness spreads to the tongue along with the sweetness of the meat.

Chew, swallow, and share your thoughts.

"Delicious."

"I would."

No, I didn't.

Though it seems like they teased me to ask around the corner and try to ask again.

"Yes, I'm here at the corner. Ask me for one job."

Work.

- To that one word Krew's eyes instantly opened wide, and everything else flew out of his head. For example, if Crewe were a dog, his ears would have stood up properly at that time and his tail would have moved busily.

Now finally, I can help him! The joy prevailed over any other mystery.

"What is it, what is it"

"Can you hold this?"

To Krew, who fills his expectations with distance. What he offered was a box of paper.

When I got permission to open it, the contents were a deformed cat figurine.

The size is slightly larger than the palm of the hand, with a slightly pointed triangular ear and plenty of stomach. I try to throw my back leg out and butt on the spot. I don't have an eye or nose, so I don't have an expression, but from the outfit where I tilted my little neck with my short forefoot against my cheek, I feel adorable.

The exposed touch and solidity of the material resembled that of the ring case. If you look closely, there is a single muscle around the abdomen and next to it. In addition, when you follow your muscles and look at your back, there is a hinge to connect the top and bottom. I'm sure it opens split up and down here.

"Me, I'm going to meet my client, because it's not a good idea to leave him somewhere. Hold it."

"Yes."

Is it a new product from the store? Crewe nods, putting it back in the box like it was originally, and falls into the pochette.

and at the same time.

- Conn, conn.

I heard a knock. I wonder if it's a guest, and Sputnik controls Krew with his hand trying to get up, and he goes out himself. I approached the door and replied without opening it.

"Yes."

"Dear Sputnik from Sputnik Jewellery Store, We see you. It's about the ring."

"I'm afraid, I'll ask. The reception."

"Second is the vacancy, so I'll show you there. Get ready."

"Thanks"

From beyond the door, a distant footsteps.

After the signs disappeared sufficiently, Sputnik stepped away from the door.

The ring thing, that's probably the wedding ring. A man who must have been the victim of a fraud came to pick up the ring. As expected by such a crew, Sputnik moves around busily to gather the ring case on the table and a few documents.

And when he packed all that was necessary in the bag, he gave the order to the employee (Klu), as Lord (or Master).

"In principle, wait in this room until I get back. Don't wander around more than you have to."

"Yes."

"And the cat one. Don't break it or lose it."

"Yes."

"And then..., yeah"

And a basket of something, after a while of getting lost.

As he weaved his jacket, in a difficult voice to hear, he said:

"Meshi was delicious"

I'm not terribly sorry I couldn't see his face then.

looks up all the time. But by then, he had already turned his back on Crewe.

"Um."

"I'm coming."

I didn't even notice Crewe calling it off - no, you ignored it. Perhaps it was the blindfolding that was making his words a little quicker without turning this way.

Sputnik opened the door with a slightly rambling hand as he walked slightly with his big crotch.

"Um, be careful!

Lol, drop me off. As he left the room, Sputnik raised his hand to respond. Eventually, the door closes with a sound.

To him leaving, there were no words, but still.

"... eh"

It helped him. At the same time I think, I get drowsy all at once.

I was asked. I held Pochette on my lap so that she would never steal it. Surrounded by a full sense of relief, fullness and well-being, Crewe quietly closes his eyes.