2-13: It is a Simple Thing to Destroy One’s Everyday Life (2/6)

2-13: It is a Simple Thing to Destroy One’s Everyday Life (2/6)

Haa In the end, I still got turned into a clothing doll.

Shinichi listlessly sat on the bench as he watched Rinko pay at the cash register.

Unlike last week, this time he really had to wear the clothes, so it was twice as exhausting.

Every time he changed, Rinko would look at him with sparkling eyes and become really happy. Because of that it was hard to refuse her, but he still had to refuse when she tried to get him to wear mens leather.

Shinichi was well aware that such clothing neither matched his stature nor his face.

It also reminded him of how he looked when wearing his mask, so it was just too embarrassing for him to endure.

The truth is that his clothes then arent really made of leather but some kind of fantastic material, but impressions are important to humans.

Thats true even if the only one who could see his clothes is himself.

Fufu, you owe this to yourself since you refuse to ask for anything. At least endure this much.

His dad was beside him holding Shinji. He smiled when he saw how exhausted Shinichi looked.

Although Shinichi was wearing is current outfit, that smile was probably because of Rinko coordinating Shinichis clothes.

I know that. But what does Rinko-san find so interesting about dressing up guys?

Didnt I mention it? Its a little dream of hers.

Since young shes been living in a fatherless family as an only child, so there were no men in her family. Because of that shes always dreamed of having male members in her family.

That dream came true when she married Nobuhiko and gave birth to Shinji, but the introduction of an older male to the family revitalized that dream.

Or at least thats how Nobuhiko analyzed it.

You know if you just behave and tell her what you want, shell buy you anything.

I would if I could, but theres really nothing I want.

Shinichi felt bad that he couldnt respond to their good will, but he couldnt help it.

After all, he had spent the last two years living in another world. His desire for the material things of this world was simply too weak.

It could be said that his priorities were changed because of the change in environment.

First came meal, followed by bedding, equipment, information, and then pleasure.

Moreover, there was a vast chasm between information and pleasure.

When he was at Falandia he had merely three types of games he could choose from to amuse himself.

Games for children with rules like tag or hide and seek.

Card or board games for the nobles and royal family.

Liquor, women, and gambling for the majority of the population.

The first and the last were out of his age of group, but the second required a partner to play with. Moreover, said partner needed to know the rules and they also needed the cards or the board and other necessities to play the game.

Because of that Shinichi naturally drifted from such entertainment.

Nobuhiko laughed when he saw Rinkos confused face.

She stuck out her head from the bag and looked at Shinichi.

When Shinichi saw her gaze and realized the meaning behind it, his eyes began swimming.

Fu fu, its nothing.

I suppose we should drop by the place Daigo-kun is working at.

Our two gluttons are both hungry, after all, Nobuhiko said.

As Rinko realized the meaning behind the term glutton number 2 and who number 1 was, she knit her brows.

It was five minutes to three and was almost snack time.

Rinko put on a menacing look as she opened her mouth to correct Nobuhiko.

I keep saying this time and time again, but

Gugyurugyu

What an understanding stomach. Or no. Maybe its the opposite in this case, Shinichi remarked.

Your body is more honest. Come on kids. Rinkos stomach is gurgling, so we better hurry, Nobuhiko said.

Aaii! Shinji said.

It didnt take even a second to silence the criminal from making excuses.

W-Wait a moment!

Why does my stomach have to gurgle at a time like this!?

As Rinko went beet red from embarrassment, the dad and the kids went ahead.

Rinko ran after them with a sulky face while complaining, but Nobuhiko ignored her.

For some reason, though, she was sending a sharp look toward Shinichi.

Truly father and son. Well, a certain someone is far worse, though.

Is this a new kind of embarrassing play?

Its really embarrassing when youre aware about something and its proven to you in a way that you can see it.

Apparently, Shinichi and his dad didnt just look similar, they even acted similarly.

Realizing that, Shinichi thought he should probably help Rinko out, but as soon as he thought that

!?

Inside the department store where people came to and fro, someone Shinichi passed by caused the alarms in his head to go blaring.

It was not because it was someone he knew in fact, he didnt even know which one it was among those he passed but alarms were ringing in his head. Shinichi turned around and called out.

Rinko-san, Dad. Stop.