"Oh, I'm talking about part-time, but I didn't wait to get started. He wants me to wait a week or two to talk to him about his shift and his uniform."
The two couples comics settled down and started having lunch again, but Kido shrugs as if he remembered.
"Well, because I didn't expect it to start any time soon. Uniform, by the way."
"Oh, not one like the Cultural Festival in the meantime, one that's a little simpler. Female clerk's clothes are a simpler one too, don't worry, it's not pretentious"
"I was wondering what I would do if it was fancy clothes in that coffee shop on a boulder"
I didn't know the costume because I happened to face to face with the yarn roll when the other clerks were pulling in the back, but I'm relieved because it doesn't seem like something Zhou was afraid of.
At the time of the cultural festival it was relatively calm, but somewhat gorgeous. There is something tough about wearing that one every time, albeit only part-time.
"Oh, I told you Fujimiya's size, okay?
"Fine, but how did you know that?"
"The one I saw during the cultural festival in the meantime, and I'll know when I see it later"
The size of the boy's body can be seen from the top of his clothes, and he smiled, so maybe it's a move that her love for the muscles makes. Chino, who was listening on the side, was saying a little rude to her, "You can honestly say you're a pervert," without even trying to hide his frightened face.
"Well, I don't know unless I touch or see muscle quality or something just because I know roughly what boulders do... oh, I don't sexually harass you, do I? I will test it by agreement."
"Oh well... well, if I saved you the trouble of teaching size... I guess"
"Colorful incense, you're pulling this off. Fujimiya doesn't have to compliment me on this either."
"It's not good to call people this."
It was a pretty and angry wooden door, but when Zhou and his gaze fit, he lowered his eyebrows like he was in a lot of trouble.
"I'm sorry, let me see something weird"
"Oh, no, not now."
"Ugh, I stabbed him. But I can't tell you anything... you've been showing it normally since the Cultural Festival..."
"Ya, well, yeah. I understand very well that Kido has a different taste. I don't know what to think about that... well, unless it's harmful, and people have their own hobbies. I'm not going to spook or slander you."
People's preferences are each, so they should be respected as long as there is no harm in this one. I don't remember growing up with the idea of eliminating it just because it wasn't like me in the first place.
Then again, I didn't even feel like I was secretly awake to muscle fetish at midday, so I didn't even seem like much of an other HR.
Well, I don't mean to reject it or deny it, but it's adorable to be somewhat wary.
I don't have the right to complain to anyone else in the first place. And when I grabbed the handmade stock rolled eggs with chopsticks at midday, Kido shook his body like he was impressed and beat Zhou's shoulder with a full grin.
"Fujimiya's a good guy to grow up with! I also know you'll like Mr. Vertebra!
"... colorful incense"
"What are you jealous of? It's all right, I'm all right..."
"No, that's good, but Fujimiya's getting a beating..."
The shock of being slapped on the shoulder had caused the stock rolled eggs to roll off the chopsticks and fall into black vinegar sauce, which involved handmade meat dumplings at midday.
Fortunately, it did not fall on the leisure sheets or clothes, but as for the circumference, which preferred the delicate flavoring of the stock rolled eggs, it became quite shocked and solidified by this flavor change. That's what Chino saw hit him with.
Kido panics around looking at the stock rolled eggs all over the sauce of scorched tea.
"Oh, I'm sorry! That's not what I meant!
"Yes, no, it's fine, because I can eat it. You just have to eat ahead of the surface..."
"It's so dented! Sorry! I'll ask Mr. Vertebra to sit down and make it later!
"It's okay..."
I didn't mean to be so seriously concave, but Kido had apologized for it, so Zhou smiled lightly, and for some reason he could bow his head with a very sorry face.