Acrylic asked Algard yes. Although I took it upon myself to do my job, I donât have a job that looks particularly like work just to study the next day.
Algardo, questioned by an acrylic, answers as he shifts his posture so that he arms together and leads to the back of the chair.
âTaking care of me around me doesnât mean Iâm doing anything myself, especiallyâ
âReally?
âAh.â
âHmm. But donât you have to clean it?
Remember Cliveâs story. Acrylic makes repeated inquiries. Doesnât this make sense that youâve been asked to do your job?
âClive will ask for it when he needs it. Plus, I need to teach you how to clean. I guess Iâll plant it there when Iâm removing it for my use. Besides, what acrylics do today is they study.â
âYeah. I know most of the words now, but I need to be able to even speak more.â
Acrylic exchanges conversations, but his hands are moving in writing. Writing while having a conversation, because it is parallel, the movement of the hand is the blunt thing acrylic was taken seriously.
But it is from acrylics that we shake the subject, and there is nothing to talk about from Algard. Itâs just that Algardo is watching the acrylic.
â⌠Hey, Alâ
âWhat?â
âAre you free?
â⌠you canât deny it.â
âWhatâs Al doing?
Acrylic asked Algardo, whining bitterly, tilting his little neck.
Algard has many mysteries. Apparently, heâs a great guy, but he canât get out of this hall, and he can take care of the acrylic if heâs free.
Algardo gives a subtle look, wondering how to answer an acrylic question.
âEspecially, nothingâ
âIs Al sick or something?
â⌠what makes you think that?
He said, âIâm not doing anything. I donât know if you can let me.â
Algardo leaves his subtle expression on Acrylicâs anticipation and hands on him to hide his mouth without answering anything.
â⌠right. Acrylics will be a problem in the future.â
âYeah?â
âIâm a sinner.â
Acrylic opened his eyes to Algard, who shrugged and stared at Algardâs face.
âSinnerâŚ?
âAh. So being here is a punishment to pay for that sin.â
When Algard tells him what to tell him, he deflects his gaze from the acrylic.
Acrylic marvels at Algardâs confession, but sees how Algard is doing and feels unspeakably uncomfortable.
Disgusting as not coming out of the back of my throat. Acrylic distorted his eyebrows to the point where he seemed to be able to grab it in one more step, but couldnât reach it.
â⌠wellâ
â⌠is that all?
Algardo returns his gaze to the acrylic gavel.
Acrylic thought I must be thinking that if it was something more to be said. Thatâs why I was able to say exactly what I was going to say.
âBecause I donât think Al is a bad person because Al is a sinnerâ
â⌠I wonder. Maybe not, huh?
âIs that a habit?
Acrylic distorted his expression to say it was clearly unpleasant. Algard blinked his eyes when the reaction of the acrylic was something he didnât even think it would be.
âHabits?â
âYou look like you want to be the bad guyâ
â⌠because, in fact, youâre a bad guyâ
Algard groans and makes himself look ridiculous. The smile that floated was the look on Algardoâs face that Acrylic had recently begun to see.
Thatâs what crippled Acrylicâs mind. The Algardo thing that I never tried to get my thanks for before passes through my brain.
Al.
â⌠what?
âYou regret your sins, donât you?
Algardo breathed like he had been poked in the void. Acrylic keeps staring at Algard moving.
Having noticed the gaze from the acrylic, Algardo slipped away from his gaze at first glance.
âLooks like Al wants to be punished.â
â⌠does that look like it?
âVisibleâ
Algardo covered his eyes with one hand to hide his gaze at the pointing out of the acrylic that could be poked straight at.
âBecause I donât know Al. So Iâm going to say something⌠but I canât breathe.â
ââââ
Algard breathed and turned his gaze away at the acrylic with his hands that were hiding his eyes.
Thereâs a full look of surprise there, but that look quickly turns into a bitter laugh.
â⌠youâve been told the same thingâ
âHuh?â
My sister told me the same thing.
sister. Acrylic pinned his ear to the word Algard shrugged, and stood up.
âSister?
âAh.â
âYou said the same thing to me⌠then Iâm sure youâre worried about Alâ
â- I donât deserve that.â
Quiet, but in a rough tone to slap, Algard ran out of words. Acrylic reveals his surprise at the angry emotions he has never shown before.
Soon Algard realized that his emotions had been disturbed, too, and he held his finger between his brows as the punishment seemed bad.
â⌠sorry. But I wasnât close to my sister.â
âReally?
âOhâŚ. maybe I just hated it unilaterally, but yeahâ
â⌠why?
Iâm not sure about acrylics. Someone named Algardâs sister. The emotions Algardo has towards his sister.
Thatâs why I was curious. Because it was the first time Algard had revealed his emotions so far.
âMy sister was brilliant and I was just a falling outâ
Algardo opened up plenty of time to pick a word before saying so.
The word feels heavy, like a bite. Thatâs all Algard has in mind, to the point where he feels that way.
âBut, Al?
â⌠whatâ
âI think itâs a lie that Al doesnât like your sister.â
Algard turned his gaze toward the acrylic as he saw something odd. I donât know why Algard is turning such a gaze on acrylics.
â⌠what makes you think that?
âBecause Al doesnât like it, itâs more like heâs telling himself. If you donât like someone and you feel bad about someone, Iâll go out more, normal. But Al isnât.â
âWhat do you know?
That was a word Algard had reflexively spoken, holding his mouth down as he said he had overlapped his lethargy as well.
Acrylic turns his gaze toward Algard as he blinks several times at Algardâs words. Correct your posture and face straight back to Algard.
âAl. You can be angry, so listen to me.â
â⌠acrylic?
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âIf you want me to understand, I wonât know until you tell me to understand. So I want you to talk to Al more.â
Algardo made his shoulders jump on acrylic words. Acrylic continued as he pretended not to notice it.
âI want to know about Al. I want to know more and make that breathlessness easier for you. I donât know about Al, so I donât know what to say. I donât know if Al will hurt, suffer, or be happy.â
â⌠you donât know. Why would you want to do that?
âYou want to help, but you have so many reasons?
Thatâs strange, let the acrylic say it out.
âMe, I canât go back to where I was, and I donât think I can. But I donât want to die, so I have to live where I can live. And now Iâm living next to you. If youâre in pain, I want to help. Is this why Alâs convinced?
âEven if itâs not next to me, thereâs a way to live. Thatâs what Clive showed.â
Then Iâll choose you.
Acrylic stuck to Algard in a frustrating mix. It is this time that Algard turns into a stunned look.
An acrylic gaze is intertwined to see something incredible, and an acrylic gaze to Algard.
âIâm sure it doesnât have to be me. But that guyâs not in Al right now, is he? Then I will be. To whoever chooses you.â
âAre you stupid, you are. I told you I was a sinner.â
âWhy would that be?
âNahâŚ!?â
Algard unexpectedly loses his word. Acrylic takes his seat and stuffs it to Algard like he says he canât stand it.
âIf thatâs the case, Iâm a sinner who tried to steal, right?
â⌠oh, thatâsâ
âStill, Al told me I was good here. I can tell you that.â I donât care about that. â
âThe weight of my sins is not like thatâ
âItâs the same, any sin. Same thing.â
Acrylic stuffed in Algardo brings his face so close that he may feel exhaled.
âIt was painful, it was hard, I couldnât help but breathe. I want to get out of here. I wanted to live, but I wanted to throw it. Hey, whatâs the difference? Whatâs the difference between me and Al?
â⌠you can just say that because you donât knowâ
âThen talk to me. I said I want to know. If you really donât want them to know, you can hide it, right? You canât hide it anymore. Hasnât Al noticed? Are you sure this is about you? Youâre in pain now, arenât you?
Acrylics overlap words as they desperately complain. The hand reaches out to Algardâs cheek.
Acrylic fingers touch Algardâs cheek. Algardo opens his eyes and stares at each other at close range with the acrylic.
Algardoâs hand reaches out to the acrylic shoulder. Itâs like trying to poke at you, but that arm loses power just by putting a hand on the acrylic shoulder.
âHuh, haha⌠not at all⌠impudentâ
âAlâŚâŚâ
â⌠I donât like minded women. They even reveal what they donât want to show.â
Algardo weighs in as he puts his forehead on the acrylic shoulder. Acrylic hugs her head so that she can hold it over her head as she takes the weight of Algardoâs body.
Though Algard shook his body for only a moment, he quickly pulls out his strength and leaves himself in the acrylic.
â⌠I had to deny it. But now I donât have a reason to be meanâŚâ
âAlâŚâŚ?
âIt was painful. It was painful to breathe.â
Was that, after all, a whining word toward acrylics? Algardo shrugs as if he were dreaming.
Algard was like a wandering, weak beast that was going to disappear.
Algard couldnât leave me alone like that, but I couldnât even think of a word to throw. Acrylic just kept stroking Algardâs head.
Algardoâs hand is attached to the acrylicâs back. Acrylic lowered his eyes softly to the sensation of his wrist, weak enough to hold him tight.
(⌠after all, you couldnât say anything)
Acrylic was alone, whining in his heart as he fell asleep in his room bed.
After that, for a while Algardo had kept himself in the acrylic, but Algardo left the room with a word of apology as he had regained his mind.
The remaining acrylic hit him back and forth with renewed emotions.
â⌠I wonder what caused Al so much sufferingâ
Todayâs Algardo from acrylic was like a beast of hand. A beast that is weak enough to see, but cannot be left with anyone.
Itâs so painful and so sad that I canât cut my chest off. I wanted to do something for you, and every word I could throw at you because I thought so was going to be thin, and at the end of the day, I couldnât say anything.
â⌠I wonder if I said anything extra.â
Unexpectedly regret passes on his chest, and acrylic holds his head.
I wonder what was the right thing to do. I was wondering if that would have been really good for you to do for Algard.
It was going to make me sick with endless questions and self-loathing. The solo sumo of such acrylic thoughts was stopped by the sound of a knock.
âMiss Acrylic, itâs me. Itâs Clive.â
âHuh? Oh, yes?
Acrylic rose out of bed to the voice heard from across the door and ran out patterned toward the door.
When I opened the door, Clive stood there. Acrylics inadvertently get a perfect ear for nervousness.
âWas your time good now?
âOh, yes. Itâs okay.â
âHehe, you donât get nervous like that. It was expected that this would happen in a way. Master Algardo is starting to open his heart to youâŚâ
âHuh?â
âMaster Algard has my permission. ⌠letâs talk about Algard.â
Just a little bit, though, that would be a long story.
It was just that Acrylic would glance at Clive in surprise.