164 164 Angels and shaved ice (1/2)
”Next, eat shaved ice!
The four of us resumed hanging out, but we were to stop again for what Thousand Years said. The shaved ice stall went too far. Perhaps there's more ahead to go, but I don't know where it is, so it's a little quicker to go back.
”What kind of stomach are you really...”
”This is the stomach.”
I'm pounding on my stomach, but I just know how thin it is no less than midday. It is surprising because this belly contains fried buckwheat noodles, fried chicken and squid roast.
I was staring at my stomach looking at where I was being treated... and I was smiling bitterly at midday when I thought the same thing.
”Chitoshi, you don't get fat, do you? I'm so sleek and envious.”
”Healthy finesse, isn't it? It's tight.”
”Uh, more compliments.”
”It's really not thin... it's really thin when I hold it.”
It's a well stuck tree, so I guess you know how thin a thousand years are. The tree is not extra thick, but rather thin because it is mid meat, but the thinness of a thousand years is noticeable when it is stuck together.
Now that you have the perfect figure that muscles don't float around, you can peek at a thousand years of hard work.
”You don't get fat for eating well.”
”Metabolism's good.”
”Besides, it's hard to get fat physically. I can't get anywhere else for that matter.”
”... Ikun, oide over here”
You let your mouth slip, I realized in an instant, probably because a thousand years old gave you an unchallenged voice with a grinning smile.
Thousands of years old naturally get angry because they touched the area they care about plainly. I feel extra angry because I'm more of a boyfriend.
”I'm sorry, that was rude, please stop kicking my tibia”
”I've said it every time, but it's not worth a word? Talk friendly over there?
Send it to the tree without grieving and putting it in your mouth to a thousand years old who stuck to the arm of the tree with a smile and a laugh.
”If it doesn't ring a bell, you'll be shot...”
”Did I say something?
”Anything.”
I refuse to accept it because it is an excuse to fly over here, and I smile deliberately to pass the tree rescue request at midday, which is troubling me next door.
”What do you want shaved ice for midday?
”Uh... yes, strawberries...?
”Mm-hmm. Shall we go buy it then? Thousands of years old, I'll get you some shaved ice first, so stay close there.”