29 29 Unwillful encounters with angels (2/2)
”I'm jealous -?
”Nothing.”
I'd rather you stop because I can't wait to be jealous anyway, but they wouldn't be very effective either because this is usually driving.
Thousands of years old, who seem happy to stick with the tree, look up at the ceiling and the face of the tree while keeping their bodies in the chest of the tree.
”... I wish we'd all been like this by now”
”Remember, there are those who weep blood. Do it.”
We're all doing this, and I'm not gonna do anything about it. Some people spend time with their families, others spend time with friends. There will be one human being.
There are quite a few people who regard celibacy as a humiliation, so I felt like I would be in danger if I put my thousand-year-old statement outside.
”Is a boy that much you want a lover?
”Isn't that what it is? I'm not either.”
”I think that's because Zhou is a stranger.”
”Shut up.”
”Well, we're all standing around before Christmas. Especially single boys. In the meantime, I pushed them to the angel's place to book a Christmas appointment. They were all cut off and a pile of corpses was built. I can't do anything because there are people who promise.”
”Heh.”
The person you promised me feels like yourself.
I don't feel like it's a good reason to say no, but if you think about your midday conscience, which hurts by saying no, you can spend as much as you want. I haven't given it a name anyway, so it won't be a problem.
”The man's face of despair sucked then. I laughed rudely.”
”Don't laugh at him.”
”'Cause you can't talk about wanting to spend time with me on an event even though I don't usually get involved, can you? I'm late at a time when I couldn't get along before that, and I'm not close, but I'm about to get along. I don't know if it's too convenient to spend time with you. Only those other guys are gonna try to be alone while we're all talking about a party or something. I'm scared of girls.”
Thousands of years old with their tongues out that they're not so light-hearted about that, they're stuck in a tree because they remind you of something you don't like.
Thousands of years old are beauties in vectors different from midday, so I guess there was a lot going on. I felt a little sorry for her because she was bothered by her relationship.
”Well, the vertebrae's tough, too, you know, with all the invitations.”
”... Zhou is really not interested in angels.”
”Sort of.”
”My neighbor is an angel to Zhou.”
”I'm kicking you out.”
”Yi Yan”
Perseverance, when slightly strengthened, clings to the tree ”frightened” by the loose wind.
”But you don't deny taking care of your neighbor.”
When I let the words bore me, Chitose laughed satisfactorily.
”Don't stare. I'm sorry.”
I apologized with a voice that didn't seem to reflect much. If I stared at the thousand years old again, ”Yikes,” what a lovely voice. Stick with the tree... Then I looked at the window that was behind the fudge tree.
I looked at you and solidified, so I was surrounded by something and looked at the window, and I saw something fluffy and white falling on the background of the blue sky.
”... oh, look at that! Snow!”
”Oh, White Christmas.”
If it's late December, it's not strange if it snows.
It's slightly unusual for snow to fall even though it's clear, but it would be a pleasure for the lovers.
It's not yet night, but temperaturely it's probably coming down to night, and it must snow makeup the Holy Night.
Come on. I guess the couple will be happy, and Zhou, who watched the close couple open the window and go out to the veranda, just stood up and said, ”You'll be snuggling there for a while anyway, let's get something warm ready.” - From the veranda, I heard a soaking voice.
”Hey, why are you here?”
”Huh?
”Ah.”
The last voice I heard was a cool voice that I could hear recently, somewhere sweet.
Fiercely, I have a bad feeling.
If they rushed in a hurry feeling signs of hardening on the veranda, at the veranda, they were just out to see the snow, midday, where they were running into each other over the fence.