19 19 What Angels Want (1/2)
”No, you, do you want anything?”
The next day, Good tried cutting it out at midday at dinner with a hurry.
Giving gifts for my birthday doesn't mean there's anything else. I decided to give a gift based on the decision that I should thank her for taking care of me from day to day.
However, the way you asked would definitely have been obnoxious.
I regretted hearing it in a way that I was not willing to hide or twist while, but at midday I turned my eyes to surprise me.
”Is it sudden?”
”You don't seem appetizing, and I asked curiosity.”
”Another abrupt...”
I thought I would have had a little more delusion myself, but I can't undo it because I'm already out of my mouth.
Can I say I'm lucky? I didn't show how I noticed about my birthday.
For midday in the first place, Zhou can't possibly know his birthday, so maybe he's out of consciousness.
”Right, what you need. What I'm craving now is.”
”What I desire”
”Grinding wheel.”
”... grinding wheel?
I overheard it because it was a response Zhou had not anticipated at all.
Instead, perhaps no one can imagine asking a high school girl what she wants and getting an answer like this back.
It's usually cosmetic accessories. I want it around the bag. I couldn't have guessed around wanting tools to polish metal.
”Yes, grinding wheel. I have some, but you want a finer finishing grind with more eyes.”
”Hey, active high school girl.”
”Don't ask me for general high school girls”
It's hard for Zhou to argue with you when you say that.
In flattery, midday cannot be said to be a common high school girl.
It's pretty much at the point where it's nicknamed Angel, but the literary martial arts talent, on top of that, is a good cook and perfect chore.
She's a worthy girl to think of as whose daughter-in-law she is around to kindly burn the care of her sloppy Zhou. My mouth is not very nice though.
Can you imagine a grinding wheel?
I feel like there's no such thing as a grindstone high school girl but midday.
”... you won't buy it yourself”
”I can't afford anything else. However, I don't have many opportunities to use it, and on top of that I just don't get my hands on it because it's expensive. I have something that I can finish even if my eyes are a little rougher than what I originally wanted, so it's okay.”
Around saying you possess a few rustles, it's horrible.
”... how is this with a high school girl sharpening her knife?”
”I'm here for you.”
”Even if you were there, you're the only one I know, and you're the only one who wants a grindstone.”
”I'm glad you meant Rare.”
”What's good...”
Too rare to know anything about her tastes or what she wants.
Midday was strangely necked around the perimeter, where I had no choice but to guess.
”Hey, Tree.”
I have no idea what trend I want at midday, so I decided to ask the tree for reference with a bitter meat measure.