Hmph. Even though it's normal for Digital-san to be passed out, I was a bit curious about what they were talking about.
The call was still connected, so I tried to listen in, but then I heard a sound like Digital-san's voice, and after that, I couldn't hear anything anymore.
Oh well. I'll ask Digital-san about it when they wake up.
Still, Digital-san is really into that bizarre project, huh?
...Heh, maybe I'll check it out if I feel like it?
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"Oh, you're up."
"Yeah, good morning."
Coming downstairs, Dad was getting ready for the tofu delivery.
"That's unusual. You're usually a bit later."
"Just woke up on my own. Anyway, here."
Saying that, Dad handed me a hat with a paper cup attached.
"Don't spill it."
"I've heard that one a million times, Dad."
Saying that, I took the hat and put it on.
"Well, I'm off."
"Alright."
And so I ran off to the newspaper distributor to pick up the deliveries.
Watching Trueno run off, I took a cigarette and lit it.
"Tracen Academy, huh..."
The words slipped out before I could stop them. Damn it, damn it. Lately, I feel like I've been wallowing in sentimentality way too much.
Come to think of it, ever since Trueno started delivering newspapers, old memories keep flooding back at random moments.
Even passions I thought I'd forgotten seem to be coming back to life.
"I wonder how they're doing now..."
I said that with a slight chuckle.
"Well, I guess I should get going too."
And so, I loaded the tofu into my car and headed out for deliveries.
"Phew."
I arrived at the sales office, slightly sweaty.
"Good morning."
"Oh, good morning, Trueno-chan! Here you go, have a good day today!"
Saying that, I took the bundle of newspapers handed to me.
"Be careful out there!"
"Yes, I will. See you later."
Alright, I'll finish this quickly and get back into my cozy futon.
But I can't just fling the papers around to finish faster, so I can only really run hard on the way back.
"Huff... huff..."
I jog along, stuffing papers into mailboxes.
Not a drop of water spilled from the cup. When Dad suddenly handed it to me, I wondered what the point was.
I still don't get it.
"That's... all... done."
Finally, I can go home.
All that's left is to return to the sales office, report the delivery complete, and that's it.
"Sir! I'm done with the deliveries."
"Good work! Be careful on your way back!"
"Yes, thank you for your hard work today."
Alright, let's go home. With that thought, I started sprinting.
"Huff...!"
I approached a curve. But I didn't slow down to take it.
Running every day means my body knows exactly how fast I can take these turns.
Though wearing this thing probably doesn't make any difference.
"Shhh...! Ha...!"
My house was right in front of me now. ...Alright. No spills. Back in the day, I used to splash everywhere and get yelled at by Dad.
...Just remembering it makes me a little angry.
"Oh, you're back."
"I'm home. Here."
"You didn't spill anything today either."
"Well, yeah. Anyway, I'm going to bed."
Saying that, I head upstairs.
I go to my room and collapse onto the futon.
I was drawn into the world of dreams.