The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

"Well, it was dangerous."

Krew soaked his forehead sweat as he walked out in the opposite direction from the grocery store. I should have misled you well, and the truth is, I'm sure, they didn't notice - I think. Ink is an essential part of the job, so a series of streams shouldn't have been unnatural. I guess. I'm sure.

That concludes, and furthermore, yeah, I wiped my anxiety away from my own mind by nodding loudly.

"Well."

Take the notepad out of the pochette as you walk, and turn the pepper. In the meantime, I'm going to buy you what you need to run away from home. Luggage may be a bit more, but if you buy ink at the end of the day and go home, you won't be suspicious.

Well, which page did you write down earlier? I had no idea that the person was approaching me until I was called out because I was turning the notebook, going back, turning, and returning repeatedly.

"Oh, Crewe."

I realized I had been called my own name after about two steps after that. When I stop and look back, there is one woman in a suit, smiling and waving flirtatiously. In her dark hair, a twinkle sparkled.

"Hello, Mr. Nuts"

"Hello, you're unusual at this hour. You got a store number?

"Yes. Um, I came out shopping.... That's right, you know, nuts."

"What?"

Nuts, a police officer, said he had also left the city for work. In that case, I'm sure you'll know more about long-term outings than Crewe does.

"Running away... not, uh, what do you need when you're on a journey? Something you should take with you when you leave."

"Oh, Crewe, are you going out somewhere again?

"No, uh,"

For the nuts, I guess it was meant to be a question of no other love. But Crewe followed, and he caged his mouth. Because I knew my nuts were good at spotting lies.

Crewe had lied a little to her before. At that time, I meant to say it well, but from the results, it didn't work at all. Being a police officer, she says she is good at spotting professional patterns, lies. So even today, I couldn't have said anything bad. If she finds out that the child is running away from home, being a police officer, she will surely be pissed off.

No, that's not all. I'm sure Parents (Sputnik) will report it, and it's tight - Krew thinks - and all of this plan will be attributed to blisters. So,

"This is for later school, sir."

After the scattering, Crewe answered yes.

This is not a lie. Sure, I want to know about it as a knowledge to use someday. It's just that that 'someday' hasn't made it clear in a few years or tomorrow.

I find my nuts frowned in surprise, and I rush over the words.

"Um, you see, uh, the outing in the meantime is with me, Mr. Sputnik, but I was wondering if one day if I could go alone and work for you, Mr. Sputnik, would help. So I want to study about when I go out somewhere by myself. So I want you to tell me."

"What is not a lie," he theorizes, adding gestures, but would it have sounded like it?

I feel so loud that my heart is about to crack, but the unpleasant time didn't last that long. Because the wrinkles between her eyebrows soothed me immediately.

"Hey. If I were you..."

Put your hand on your chin, look up at the sky, and, hmm, exhale.

Eventually I looked at Crewe and chuckled. This was the kind of advice she answered.

"But you don't take very unusual things. Normally, you know, purses, dressing, cosmetics... oh, and then you might just take some of your favorite treats and food"

"Tablets?

"Yes. Food varies from city to city. It's delicious, because sometimes, on a long journey, I think I still want to eat something I'm used to. For that time."

"I see."

Take the notebook out of your pocket and write it down in the 'Momo's' column. Something strange, dinner.

"I learned. Thank you."

"That's good.... By the way, Krewe."

"What is it?

"Are you sure you're not going somewhere?

Crewe took his breath in that inquiry because he realized that the blue eyes of the nuts were at some point wearing that exploring light again. Since when has she been looking at herself with those eyes? Since when have you doubted yourself? Someday. - From around which?

Couldn't look any further into his eyes like shooting through the bottom of his belly, and Crewe bowed his head in momentum.

"Nah, I don't. Daijibu. Thank you. I learned so much. I'm in the middle of shopping, so Coo will excuse me for this. Goodbye!"

"Oh, hey, Crewe!

I try to hold back, I don't reply to nut voices. I apologized in my heart that I was sorry, and Krew ran off as if he were a shepherd.

So, that's all I was panicking about, Crewe.

- I don't realize I dropped one of the note forms.

The doorbell rang and Sputnik cursorily raised his head.

I thought it was the return of the employee who jumped out, but the imagination came off. A tall young man says "It's mail" with his hat in one hand. What came was a familiar mailman.

I stand up and sign the receipt I was given, answering "I know," in my heart. What he brought was a single seal and a small box. The sender was waiting for Sputnik the whole time, so his niggles and cheeks loosened.

- but. That laugh was going to disappear soon because I came to the wrong place with the mailman because he was too unfavorable a person.

"Police, though."

"I know, baba."

Nuts sticking the notebook out of his nose in front of Sputnik, as if to intimidate him as well. In retrospect of losing, she was used to it, too, and looked around the room without looking particularly timid.

Ultimately what she cared about was' them 'spreading clutterfully over the counter. Needles and threads on roll rulers, moulded paper and cloth cuts - sewing tools. And the whole bear sitting next to me.

Tilt her neck, she said.

"What are you making? Stuffed clothes?

"Exactly 'butterfly tie naked' would be too perverse"

"What are you talking about to a stuffed animal?"

He tells me like I'm scared, but I have no choice but to tell Sputnik a little while ago that someone ordered me to "think of this as me".

Not willing to open a letter from a customer in front of this woman, she leaves it unopened on the shelf and resumes sewing. Seeing him like that, the nuts overlapped words.

"You can do anything unexpectedly without suiting your personality, you"

Anything. Speaking of which, I have a point. I'm just saying that I'm relatively good at my job of using my professional pattern and fingertips. But it was also troublesome to bother explaining that to the nuts. So,

"There's something I don't even like."

"For example?"

"Go home to your family, don't worry about the aura, but come every time, you're sitting in a daze, the sensitivity of the Liafiat branch of the police station."

"Is that what you're telling me to go home?

"If you thought that was' in the dark 'now, excuse me. Let's rephrase. Go home."

I pulled the red lips at a glance and thought, "Oh, my God."

Eventually the nut mouth opens. I thought the curse would fly, but it wasn't, and the leak was a long sigh. He seemed to want to spit out the frustration he held at once.

What followed was a low, push-kill voice.

I'm here for a favor.

"For?"

"I just picked this up."

and what the nuts pulled out of between the police notebooks and gave them was a piece of paper. Round note paper, a little smaller than Sputnik's palm, takes the form of a chick I saw somewhere. I thought it might be too cute to use for work - but I soon found out that the problem wasn't there. I realized who I was with the chick.

Throw out a hand played needle and thread on the counter and receive a note form so that it snaps.

Dancing handwriting is certainly something he knows well.

The edge was slightly dirty in the sand. To that, a word, it said:

Yui, please don't turn back.

... Weakness.

From the notebook of the character stuff that I've been using a lot lately and the dirt that I could see on it, I was tempted for a moment to figure out what kind of danger was imminent, but this is a total, hasty loss.

I'll pinch it with my finger and middle finger and look around, but nothing else says. So this is...

"Whether it's a will or a writing down, be clear"

I know it's literally any of them, but unfortunately I don't think the recorder's head is enough for either.

"I just met Crewe, and she dropped it."

"I wonder if it's a good idea to take a peek at people's notes. Well."

I look up at the nut pointing my lips and saying, "I didn't want to see it, you couldn't help but see it," and I give you my notebook. She made it seem important during the letter.

"It's not a matter of one kind or the other. In any case, that's all you can think of."

And the nuts put their arms together and stared at Sputnik.

"Powerful harassment is a criminal offence."

That's what I was told, and I finally realized what she meant when she first revealed her affiliation. Today's visit was not the usual easy-going patrol, it implied something else.

but it is a total wet coat about this one.

"Don't say bad things about people. We are a good company. He's got plenty of benefits."

Then why was he injured in the leg?

"That's what I just did on the stairs. Would it be satisfying if we put him on a cushion as an improvement to the work environment, Inspector?

Attract the fabric you threw out and go back to sewing again to show you that you have nothing more to talk about. Cutting the unwanted cloth that was there, combining to make a small hoodie, but never a bad progression.

But the nuts were not convinced. It deepens the wrinkles between the brows more and more.

"Then why did she write this note?"

…………

Sputnik shut up. Because they didn't have the answers to give back.

Pretend to concentrate on sewing, piercing silence. but that couldn't have worked for Inspector Sensitive at the police station, such as a three-sentence play with a burning blade.

"Earlier, she asked me what I needed to know about her luggage when she was going away. To be of service to you one day, so that one of you can go far... I can't believe you said that. I haven't noticed anything strange about that kid lately, I'm not gonna let him say anything. As an employer, or as a guardian, whatever, but you, you don't care?

When I opened my mouth, I thought it was a loss.

Pretend to concentrate on hand, stabbing, pulling, stabbing and unplugging a needle in a cloth. He insists silently that his mind is not upset to that extent that he is not interested in the employee.

In the meantime, it was the nuts who lost their roots. "I'm already scared. I don't know." There's no way I'm going to drop her off.

Sputnik sighed as he finally pinched and pulled the needle. She is a woman who utterly absurd. Can this self be confused by the oddity of one child?

Eventually, when the doorbell stopped sounding.

uncomfortable with the fabric, Sputnik stops his hand.

I took a serious look at the fabric that should have been sewn together, realizing who the discomfort was, and then I frowned.

… I finally realized that I had not tied the tip of the thread.