Wolf Barrel 5.56

Toco, toco, toco.

"Bed." "Wow, that's an amazing nice wallpaper with a starry sky on one side of the ceiling or something!" "Mm."

Toco, toco, toco.

"Kitchen." "That's a kitchen where you can see the view outside through the window and enjoy cooking!" "Mm."

Toco, toco, toco.

"Bath" "Fine Hinoki Bath! I'm so proud that the hot springs are at home!" "Mm."

Tokotokotokotoko

"Toilet." "That's a clean bathroom. Erm, cleanliness is the best!" "Mm."

Toco, toco, toco.

"Front door." "... This is your fourth front door, isn't it?

"..." "Eh, that's a lovely front door with a hug!" "Mm."

Tokotokotokotoko

"Sofa." "You're fluffy and comfortable. It's like being on a cloud." "Mmm."

What am I doing right now...

Pitica is guiding me through my house, and I'm walking after that little escort.

Pitica will show you if something has been switched on, but there is no explanation, only the name. I don't mind that, but every time I arrive, I want you to stop looking at me like you want your thoughts. I can't have four compliments on the front porch.

- After a lightning strike like the end of that world.

Pitica said, "Come home because I want to thank you for the waffle," so I thought I would send you to your parents, and I agreed.

By the way, the rock boar could not be helped because the very existence of the fangs rather than the fangs disappeared.

Pitica's house is in the back of the North Forest, which is off-limits.

I mean, I guess Pitica is an 'associate'.

In the name of protection, I decided that I would not be blamed for going into the north woods, and proceeded with Pitica into the woods.

Walking along moderately maintained forest paths, like hiking trails, often.

Pah, the woods opened. There, a splendid two-story log house was seated.

This is Pitica's house.

The walls made of a combination of marutai are candy, and the ceiling is unified in black.

On the roof of a sleek slope, a brick chimney that raises smoke.

I remember staying in the same log house at a ski resort when I was in the real world.

Speaking of which, even then, you were excited about the log house. Mouth your honest thoughts while you miss them.

"That's a very atmospheric house. You have a sense of unity with the woods, and you admire these log houses."

Squeeze as you ascend the entrance stairs made of wooden planks.

It was a casual dialogue, but apparently, this word ignited Pitica. Speaking of which, you stood shakingly as Pitica's ear, walking in front, reacted.

And a tour of Pitica's home was held.

Well, Pitica, who works hard as an escort, was cute, so that's fine.

"Thank you for showing me around. Thanks to you, I'm going to dream about it."

"Mmm."

When I was finally released, I sat down to face Pitica at the living room table.

- Where are Pitica's parents by the way? I couldn't ask.

I was led to realize that there was no room in this log house that I thought was Pitica's parents. There is no luggage in the room. It's all for one person.

Then where the hell are Pitica's parents? No way...

(No, let's not)

I just met him today. I shouldn't have touched him, that's what I decided.

So I decided to avoid asking questions about my parents as much as possible.

"Are you alone in Pictica today?

"One, no?

Pitica replied so, turning her neck around and staring at the back of the living room.

I look at you when I get stuck.

There was something there.

Uh, what is that?

It's broccoli. It's an equal size broccoli with cute hands and feet. Once the eyeballs and mouth were on there, the monster was definite, but it didn't. So there was a mascot character cuteness in the region. I mean, that wasn't a figurine.

You're greeting me, I'm waving over here.

When I waved back, I jumped happily. Isn't she cute?

"Pitica, no one. There's plenty of fairies here, right?

"That's a fairy."

"Huh."

I was horrified to learn that there was no 'inside man' in the broccoli.

Because you watched too much, Broccoli, you lit up and hid in the kitchen.

Rounding his gaze, he spotted the little man wiping the window. Even if I say it's small, it's about the size of a Barbie doll. A woman with clear feathers on her back, hovering like a honeydew, and cleverly wiping her window grooves.

I guess there are more if you look.

I thought it would be rude to look too giddy and put my gaze back on Pitica.

"It's a busy house."

"Mm," said Pitica.

Actually, that's where I was most concerned.

I'm glad you didn't feel rusty, I'm relieved.

Pitica's story says fairies mostly take care of you around her.

Originally, they came together to absorb the magic overflowing with nature from Pitica's body, but when they realized it, they started to take care of me.

Well, I know how they feel. I can't leave you alone, you toddler.

After a while, Broccoli, you brought me sandwiches and coffee.

Two servings line the table.

"Waffle thanks. Me too."

"Oh, speaking of which, you did. Then don't hesitate."

I just had a small stomach because I couldn't eat much in the earlier battle.

Hit a simple sandwich with ham, eggs and tomatoes.

The taste was impeccable. Or it was delicious.

It reminds me of the coffee shop.

When I told Broccoli that it was delicious, I circled around in circles on the spot.

That's a cheerful green and yellow vegetable.

How did you taste it? Or is the tomato in the bread not one of yours? I don't think about wild things like that. That's what this is all about.

Chewing slowly, I look around the room.

Soak up the feeling of having an elegant breakfast at the lodge, in conjunction with the indoor atmosphere shaped by the whole Tai.

In front of me, Pitica was packing the mugmug and sandwich in her cheek bag.

I just had a waffle... you're a surprisingly big eater.

I laughed and stuffed the sauce on Pitica's mouth with a handkerchief.

"Mmm."

Keep your eyes closed and Pitica stayed put.

I had a very calm, luxurious time.

When I finished my meal and got you a coffee replacement broccoli, I felt comfortable with one.

When I stopped doing things and looked around the room for a while, I discovered something - flashed. That's paper with no philosophy whatsoever.

I wanted to see Pitica's delightful face, and when I brought a few sheets of that paper, I spread it Zach on the table.

"Singo, what? What do you want?"

"Sa, what is it? - Hey?

I don't answer questions, I laugh meaningfully.

An intrigued pitika sticks next to me to the right as I make the chair say Geeko Geeko.

All right, all right. Grabbing is ok.

I tried to hide as much as I could from Pitica and started working on it.

Then Pitica can't help but wonder, she manages to pull her arm to see at hand, bite her sleeve and pull. But I won't show it to you. I can't show you the way.

Pitica, hurried by me laughing and refusing, came at me by force.

He threw his head forcefully from my right side.

Suddenly, from the right edge of my vision, a chunk of silver popped out of my pants and I accidentally shouted "whoops".

But too bad.

It's done now.

"... this, what?

On the table, there was a piece of paper folded tulle on it.

Pitica looks right in front of me when she gently wraps her hands around me, as if to catch fluorescence.

"Singo, here magic? Paper magic?

His face remains faceless, but his ears stand pean with the momentum that pierces heaven.

You must be so excited.

The innocent reaction broke my heart. [M]

"No, I'm not. It's called origami."

"Origami? No magic? Play?"

"That's right, it's an easy game for anyone"

"Pitica too... can...?

I'm afraid to ask, Pitica.

Its destructive power and awesome, driven by an urge that makes me want to cuddle all the time by accident. Answer with a smile as you indulge in reason.

"Of course I do. Want to make a pitika too?

"Huh!

Let the loudest pitika of the day sit properly in the chair first and arrange the paper in front of it. I started explaining myself, laughing at my lovely goddaughter, who moves her ears.

"Then do as I do, okay? Let's start here."

Pitica continued to fold unconsciously when she learned how to fold the crane.

He liked it so much. No, there are cranes all over the table made by Pitica. Broccoli, I also have two stuck to your green afro hair.

But I ran out of paper on hand and was just in a hurry when I tried to break a book that looked expensive.

With a new piece of paper in his hands, Pitica was once again running a crane production line.

"Mm-hmm."

He pats his legs and mumbles like a nose song.

I moistened my lips with the coffee you made me, Broccoli, as I watched that warmly. That's a perfectly parent-like position already, me.

And here, a little flirtatious heart sprouted.

I combined several origamis, made a square bow origami, and dropped it from the head of Pitica, who kept folding it all at once. Well, how would you react?

Watching as he laughed, Pitica noticed a square bow, stopping pitterly and pausing for a few seconds. Once again, the moving pitika sees from many angles, wondering, when he takes the bow in his hand.

And over and over again, he would look up at my face.

Those transparent eyes say, "What is this?" The word was floating around.

"Sa, how did you break this? Does Pitica know?

"Hmm."

At that time, I felt a strong will in Pitica's eyes.

I meant to be a mild joke, but apparently this is what Pitica looks like, and maybe she's a loser.

Pitica compares Crane and Bow with a serious look like an appraiser over and over again...

"Huh! Ok!"

Eventually he realized that the bow was a combination of multiple parts and began to disassemble.

Pitica is happy (though her expression remains the same) and takes her bow apart. I guess it's so much fun to loosen up.

But the hand stopped abruptly.

Gradually the glow is lost from the eyes that were sparkling with curiosity.

I wonder what's going on, and I look at it, and it looks like I'm trying to get the parts back, but I can't. I guess I was too obsessed with dismantling to remember the procedure.

Eventually, Pitica hugged that big tail to her chest

"... sorry"

I've apologized with a trembling voice.

"What!?" I was in a hurry.

"Well, it's all right, Pitica, because it's the one that can be assembled right now."

"But... this... is dead"

Dead!?

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, because I'm super alive!

"................................................................................................... really?

Over the tail, Pitica.

Nod loudly.

And I hastily reassembled my bow, stroking and refreshing Pitica's head over and over again, teaching her how to make a bow, and by the time we started catching the ball with a bow made by the two of us, I was finally able to regain my former energy.

I sweated cold in my heart.

Kids are delicate. You have to be careful.

"Pitica. I told you not to catch it with your mouth."

"Hmm."