98 98 The smile of angels and little devils (1/2)
In the end, the game tournament lasted until around evening.
If I continued studying on the boulder, my concentration would run out, so from the middle of the day, I partitioned my studies and also joined Zhou. I mean, it's not just because of the self-study that keeps me standing that I'm out of focus.
(What does it mean to devote yourself to whoever you want to devote)
A little grunt at midday was circling through my head.
I know that people like to move in the middle of the day for someone else, but when you put it that way, can you take it in the wind that you have a preference for the perimeter?
I did recognize that Zhou was liked at midday but not in that heterosexual sense.
But when you say it like that, you get the delusion that you like and do it all as a man.
(No, as a human being, I can't do it, so I can either do it or I want to take care of it. I understand.)
Zhou can't do chores as much as it seems more likely that way. No, if you try, you can do it to the extent that you don't have a problem with living, but it's sweet at midday.
Either you're in the sense that you want to take care of it, or you want to bake care of it because you like it.
I would expect the latter as a person who likes midday, and I don't think that there is ever a pulse, but at the point where I imagine that midday makes me like myself, there is a lot of impossibility.
”Amane, it's falling off the spot.”
”Eh.”
He was mismanipulating and dropping his own character because of his thoughts during the game. There are no more residual machines, so there is no resurrection, and it has slipped out.
Trees, thousands of years old, and gateways are engaged.
Usually, I don't know the strength of the gateway, but I don't lose instantly. That would mean that thoughts are so divided into midday words.
”I knew you were out of focus on your studies, you're confused.”
”... I guess so. Midday, you want to do it next?
”No, because it's time for me to prepare dinner...”
If you shift your gaze to follow the midday gaze that glimpses the clock, it's already seven o'clock. It will be a little late to prepare dinner.
”Oh, really. It's already this time...... I have to go home. I can't stay in a boulder.”
”Right. Chi wouldn't have wanted to stay among the vertebrae, but I don't want to change or anything. I didn't give him permission, and Mr. Vertebra's isn't going to fit the size without a boulder.”
”Hey, where are you looking at that?”
”Of course it's back length. Hi.”
Watching the couple there quarrel amicably, as usual, at midday.
”Please come back for another stay”
”Are you sure?
”Yes, if you say so beforehand”
”Then I'll go with it Zhou Chi...”
”I feel like a fool.”
”Is it broken”
He sighs at the tree, laughing without offense at the fact that Mr. Vertebra's rice is delicious, and tells him, ”If midday would allow it.”
She's the one who cooks more than usual, so I can't decide on this one. If I didn't have permission, I would eat out and become a convenience store, but that wouldn't be bad because it feels like a man staying with each other.
I agree with the grin at midday, so I felt like I was coming back to stay in it.