Teresa won't starve

Teresa looked at the pupils of the amethyst-like eyes on the opposite side, which were about to become little stars, and knew what the other party was thinking.

There is a high probability that she is going to use her as a pillow.

252 "Don't worry, I'll show you a treasure"

When I opened my eyes again, it was as expected as a pillow.

But Miss Kafka at least has a bit of "humanity". In order to prevent "sleeping with" from turning into "murder", she also deliberately turned Theresa's head to face the ceiling, so that she would not be buried in front of her face. He suffocated in the lump of fat on his chest.

Of course, that is a danger that ordinary people have to face. Fusion fighters will not die because of the air.

The only thing that made Teresa feel not so good was that she turned her head at 90 degrees all night, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Well, it's just a little uncomfortable, not to the extent of a stiff neck.

So she didn't struggle to get out immediately, and woke up Miss Kafka by the way; instead, she put her face on someone else's chest, and asked Miss 'Digital Watch' to tell the time.

"Fimilis, what time is it?"

『[Helpless] Captain, Femiris is not an alarm clock. 』

"I know! But isn't there a timer in the lower right corner or upper right corner (claw machine) of smart electronic products?"

『[Correction] Femiris is just a highly intelligent AI, not a computer. 』

"I know that too! But isn't Prometheus just a computer?"

『[Angry] Femiris doesn't have the same model as her. 』

"Oh, you talk a lot! Is it so troublesome to report the time?"

......

In order to avoid overfilling the word count (?), Femilis finally compromised and worked part-time on a digital watch.

"[Sigh] It's 45:[-] in the morning..."

"Seconds don't matter!"

"【...】......"

It's a bit early (?) when it's close to nine o'clock, and Teresa is still sleeping back into the cage in normal times.It's just that this time I didn't feel sleepy anymore. Considering that 'early to bed and early to rise' was in good health, I struggled directly out of Kafka's arms.

Of course, I didn't dare to use too much force, otherwise Miss Kafka's two arms would probably be broken.

It's just that Miss Kafka was still woken up by Teresa: "Well... don't you want to sleep for a while?"

Her eyes were only half-opened, and she looked as if she would fall asleep at any moment; her messy purple-colored hair casually formed indescribable abstract patterns on her fair cheeks, which made her look mysteriously charming.

"Don't sleep anymore, the sun is almost drying my butt."

Perhaps because she had never heard such a saying before, Miss Kafka showed a slightly interested smile: "What kind of experience is it like to bask in the sun? Is the butt hot?"

"Of course not! It's just a description of sunshine!"

"Is that so? Mmmm."

Miss Kafka thought, maybe this can also be written into the novel.

Of course, that will have to wait until after waking up...

Just chatting with Teresa for a while, Miss Kafka also regained some energy, and the whole person seemed not so overly sleepy.

So he yawned, stretched and got up from the bed. With one hand, he rumpled the messy hair into a chicken coop. He went to the wardrobe and opened the door with the other hand. He found the previous clothes that were a few sizes smaller and threw them to Teresa.

"Try to see if it fits?"

Teresa glanced at the clothes that were clearly inappropriate in size, and had no intention of touching it at all, and said directly to Miss Kafka, "No need, I have clothes to change?"

"Eh? Is it there? Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"

"You don't have to worry about it. Anyway, you go out first...or I can go out, I have to change my clothes."

Although it is not the first time to use one-click to change clothes, but when facing people who are not familiar enough to you, you should try to avoid changing in front of others, otherwise it will be quite troublesome to explain.

Of course, Miss Kafka's words sounded a bit internal.

"Don't be shy! I'm a girl too, so it's okay to change in front of me. I won't laugh at you just because you haven't developed yet."

Did you hear that this is human language?

Fortunately, Teresa didn't care much about her figure, anyway, as long as she wasn't fat enough to become a pig, she could accept it; if someone else heard the last sentence, they would probably blow their hair straight away.

"Your social skills should be poor."

People who speak like this will most likely be beaten to death.

Ms. Kafka's survival to the present is probably due to her beautiful appearance.

After all, from ancient times to the present, this is a world based on faces.

It's just that Miss Kafka doesn't think so. She even thinks that her ability to make friends is not bad: "How is it possible? The most I have is that I have fewer friends."

"..."

Doesn't having few friends explain the problem?

......

In the end, after all, Miss Kafka finally went out, but she didn't look very happy, her lips were so pouty that she could hang an oil bottle.

But she didn't leave too far, and changed her clothes directly outside through a door.After waiting for a while, I saw Teresa opened the door already fully dressed.

"Are you a magician? Where did you come from?"

Although Teresa was still wearing the same dress as yesterday, but thinking about it carefully...Miss Kafka couldn't remember where Teresa threw this dress at all.

It's impossible to hide it on your body, right?

No matter how loose the nightdress is, it is impossible to fit it! ?

"You should be."

This kind of thing is really not easy to explain.

Since others think so, Teresa followed her rhythm.

"Really?" I didn't expect Theresa to admit it indirectly, which made Miss Kafka suddenly interested: "Can you conjure something else?"

"What do you want to change? It's too big for me to change!"

"Then... how about changing into a pocket watch?"

"Change into a pocket watch..."

Teresa looked at the golden pocket watch hanging on the wall, then turned her right hand palm down and clenched it into a fist; at the same time, she grabbed Miss Kafka's hand with her left hand, palm up.

Then he slowly loosened the fist of his right hand, and made another pair of silver pocket watches from a perspective that Miss Kafka could not see.

As a result, this pocket watch with a silvery-white background and intricate purple patterns like Cthulhu's tentacles fell into Miss Kafka's palm.

"It really turned out!!"

253 "Lumberjack"

Teresa never expected that Miss Kafka would be entangled in exchange for her little show.

This young girl who was already an adult was like a little girl asking for candy, pestering Teresa to teach her this 'magic'.

How can Teresa teach?

After all, this is not real magic, but a 'superpower' derived from her bloodline, where can it be taught?

So Teresa found a reason that could not be rumored to refuse.

Just that way.

Miss Kafka was obviously a little unhappy.

But in the final analysis, they had only known each other for a day, and Miss Kafka couldn't force her, so she could only let this matter go.

......

The next few days seemed to be back to the beginning.

Teresa is still creating independently according to the requirements, while Miss Kafka is in charge of guiding and watching the stories written by Teresa as a reader.

Although the description and other words are still too naive and inappropriate, at least the story itself is quite interesting to her.

It's just that I don't quite understand what the Houkai Energy, Houkai Beast, Houkai Will, and Herrscher are. (Note)

Excluding these incomprehensible nouns, after understanding the relevant settings, it still feels very interesting and real... Give Miss Kafka a kind, as if such a thing does exist in reality.

How can it be?

If these things really exist, Miss Kafka's outlook will collapse.

of course.

The sense of reality will bring a strong sense of substitution, as long as it does not really exist.So not only does Miss Kafka not dislike this way of writing, she even wants to imitate it a bit.

But she quickly forgot about it, because she felt that it was not suitable for her to write about it.

how to say?

This writing style is too sandy, she is better at serious style.

......

As the stories written by Teresa were gradually perfected, snow fell one after another outside the window, and the snow on the street became several layers thicker, which brought an uncomfortable cold.

Since the indoor warmth and cold protection measures are not very strict, the only means of heating is the stove instead of heating, which keeps the indoor temperature at a low level.

Miss Kafka had no choice but to put on a coat to resist the cold, and continued to create in this inconvenient way of writing.

But in comparison, Teresa didn't seem to feel the cold, she still wore such thin clothes, which made Miss Kafka wonder if she would catch a cold.

It's just that after a long time of contact, I felt a little more at ease with Teresa.

But I just think that her physique is better and her cold resistance is higher.

It's not like Teresa said - she is not afraid of the cold.

......

In such a winter, after spending a few days and nights.

Before that day approached, Miss Kafka selectively put aside her writing and other work, put on a thick overcoat to wrap herself layer by layer, and asked Teresa if she would like to look after the house or go on a long trip with her.

Theresa, who had been holding back at home for several days, chose to go out with her.

But before going out, Miss Kafka put a coat she wore on Teresa.

Ok.

It's the kind of coat that she wears just covering her thighs, but drags the floor directly on Theresa's body.More importantly, this kind of clothes is not only heavy and heavy, but also not particularly warm. I really don't know who invented it.

Of course, Teresa didn't care about the weight, but that she didn't feel cold at all.

but--

Is not feeling the cold the same thing as not being afraid of the cold?

So if Teresa wants to go out, she must go out in this dress, otherwise Miss Kafka would rather lock her at home.

In the end, after some disputes, considering that Miss Kafka was also doing it for her own good, Teresa didn't insist on it anymore.

Wearing this ill-fitting coat, I rented a car with Miss Kafka, drove to a place near the mountain before stopping, and brought some felling tools to the vicinity of the pine forest.

Does it look like you're going to cut down a tree?

But can the two girls really chop? (laugh)

"Take..." Miss Kafka originally wanted Teresa to help her cut a small pine tree, but when she looked down at her height, she realized that she was thinking too much, so she put the The ax was taken back: "Forget it, I'll do it myself."

"?"

Unable to understand what Miss Kafka was going to do, Teresa asked directly: "Are we here to cut down trees?"

"Yes! Cut down a small pine tree and go home for Christmas..."

Before she could finish speaking, Miss Kafka came to her senses: "I have to ask even this, how did you spend Christmas before?"

"Oh, I didn't celebrate Christmas before." (Note)