Mitile: Nero-san, is that everything we need for dinner?
Nero: Yeah. Thanks for helping out, Mitile, Heath.
Heathcliff: This was nothing. You always make us delicious meals, Nero.
Nero: Haha, thanks. Well then, shall we head back to the Magic Manor?
Male Market Vendor: Hey there, handsome young men!
Male Market Vendor: How about some top-quality chocolate that would suit someone as dazzling as you?
Heathcliff, Mitile, Nero: ……
Mitile: ……Heathcliff-san, Nero-san, you’re both adults, aren’t you? That’s amazing.
Heathcliff, Nero: Huh?
Nero: Wait, wait, what are you talking about? Did we do something particularly grown-up just now?
Mitile: You did! That shopkeeper just called out to us, didn’t he? He said, “handsome young men.”
Heathcliff: Huh, he was talking about us?
Mitile: Yes. I even made eye contact with him.
Nero: Huh. I just figured it was the usual way of calling in customers, so I didn’t think much of it.
Mitile: ……So that’s how it is. Don’t those kinds of comments make you feel a little embarrassed?
Mitile: Even if I know it's just a sales tactic, being told something like that face-to-face still makes me feel sheepish.
Mitile: But Heathcliff-san and Nero-san didn’t seem embarrassed at all, so I thought that was amazing.
Heathcliff: Ahaha… In my case, I just didn’t notice.
Heathcliff; I’ve gotten into the habit of avoiding eye contact with people around me.
Nero: I get it. Living in the East makes you that way. You don’t want to get into trouble.
Nero: You don’t see that kind of sales pitch much in the East, but there are people who try to sell weird stuff every now and then.
Heathcliff: …Come to think of it, didn’t the Sage say something similar happened to them recently?
Mitile: Oh! I heard about that from Riquet! Some stranger told them, “You are my destined one.”
Nero: So we’re all heading to that guy’s house soon to beat him up— I mean, to have a little chat, right?
Heathcliff: Yeah. Everyone’s pretty fired up about sizing him up.
Nero: I see… Still, having some random guy suddenly claim you’re his “destined one” is something else.
Nero: If someone ever tries sweet-talking you like that, don’t go along with it, okay? Handsome Mitile-oniisan.
Mitile: I-I know that! I’m not a child, you know.
Mitile: If anything, I’m more worried about Riquet. He can be a little reckless sometimes, so I have to protect him if something happens.
Nero: Haha. That’s reassuring. Look out for him, okay?
Young Female Market Vendor: Hey, hey, you there, young men! Aren’t you a bunch of good-looking guys~?
Young Female Market Vendor: Even the veggies at my stall are saying they want to be bought by you! How about picking some up?
Heathcliff, Mitile, Nero: ……………
Heathcliff, Mitile, Nero: Pfft.
Mitile: Nero-san, Heathcliff-san… Just now, you were a little embarrassed, weren’t you?
Heathcliff: Ahaha. After that conversation, I couldn’t help but be aware of it…
Nero: Mitile, you were the one holding it in, though. I saw you furrowing your brow.
Mitile: Ehehe… You caught me.
Mitile: Hmm… Becoming a cool, grown-up person is still really tough.
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