"Ahaha, the authentic maid coffee table does feel different."

Laughing.

The golden boy seemed to be happy, at least I could read it.

However, if he could have restrained a bit, I think I'd have a lot easier.

Because of the two of us, the store has already cast a lot of strange glances here.

There is no complicated reason for this, in Japan, "otaku" is not something to be proud to say, and it is not uncommon to be treated with colored glasses.

This maid café is clearly influenced by the dimensional culture of otaku, and has become a kind of café suitable for "otaku", as can be seen from the customers here and the names of the dishes on the menu.

That's why we're being watched.

Part of the problem of age is that the other part is probably misunderstood, the feeling of the lost lamb accidentally walking into the forest?

"Master, your coffee, please use it slowly."

The presence of the maid interrupted my thoughts, but she was not talking to me, but to the boy.

"Thank you."

The boy's smile seemed to be very cheap, and until now, I didn't seem to have seen him smile.

Taking a small sip of hot coffee, the young man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Sister maid, can you add a little more sugar for me?"

"Ah, okay, okay, please wait!"

The maid lifted the plate in her hand slightly, covering her blushing cheeks.

It seems that there is something wrong with my judgment, the boy's smile is indeed a little cheap, but the effect is extraordinary.

If he didn't restrain himself, I think maybe the maids in the shop might be tempted to come up and ask for a picture with the little guest.

Just like those guests asked for a photo with the maids.

"Hmm~ This tastes better than what I used to drink, is it the environment?"

Watching the boy pour both of the two extra sugar packets into the coffee, I couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded.

Is it really a child? If you do this, are your teeth really fine?

"Whew—satisfied."

With an exaggerated exclamation on his face, the boy pushed away the cup in front of him, and just pillowed his arms and lay on the table.

"Thank you, Yono, for coming here with me."

“...... No, nothing, that's what I'm supposed to do. ”

"What should be done?"

The young man's face was slightly stunned, and then a light laugh erupted.

"Hahaha, Yang is you, it's really ...... Never mind. ”

Not again.

It's the feeling again.

I always feel that there is a strange sense of disobedience.

The boy was smiling, but there was nothing in the smile, as if he was just smiling for the sake of laughing, but it was not the case, and I could feel that this boy was different from me.

Compared to my smile, which has long since lost its color, there seems to be something deeper in his smile, something that I can't recognize.

"By the way, speaking of which, I have a gift for you, Yono."

"Huh......?"

The topic of the boy's speech seemed to be a little too jumpy, and before I could understand his thoughts, or before I could get an answer, the boy had already begun to rummage through the backpack around him.

It's kind of like that person.

"Uh-......hhhh Ah, found it. ”

It was a box with white lines on a black background, and judging by its size, it probably didn't contain anything that could be carried around.

"Here's for you."

The boy pushed the box in front of me.

"That, Tianshu, don't need the gift, we're just meeting for the first time......"

"No, no."

The teenager did not accept my prevarication.

"It's the first time we've met, but it's a gift in return for you to accompany me to this café, so take it."

“...... That, thank you. ”

Speaking of which, I have no reason not to accept it.

I looked at the box in front of me, and the color scheme of the packaging was a little strange, with a gloomy undertone and a white that was too contrasting to be a little incomprehensible.

The pattern is also a little weird, like irregular graffiti, and it seems to have some kind of meaning in it, and there seems to be no label on the packaging.

What could be in this?

Smiling, the boy seemed to see my doubts.

"Open it up and take a look, I think you'll like it."

I nodded slightly, then carefully unpacked the box.

Inside is a boxy transparent box, in which lie two leaning together, dolls?

Although I don't know much about the culture of otaku, I can see that these two dolls and the so-called "figurines" in the alcove of the café are not of the same type at all.

It's probably a "ball puppet".

How do you describe it? Although there is a cold or faint sense of reality, it is not real.

It looks like a human on the surface, but in fact it bears no resemblance to a human.

Because the doll is not clothed, the ball joints can be clearly seen, and it is possible that the doll was made to be able to move freely and pose in various poses to create a unique atmosphere.

Just like them.

Half-closed, leaning on each other, as if united together, sisters?

The two dolls have similar faces, but it seems that one of them is still in an unfinished state, and she seems to be missing an arm, so she can only cling to the shoulder of the other.

Is this a sister?

I guessed, and then looked at the other puppet.

She had a full body, but she could only take a twisted position, staring at her with an indifferent gaze, me?

"How?"

Without giving me time to "communicate" more deeply with the puppet, the boy spoke, and he looked at me with an expression of anticipation.

What was he hoping for?

I don't understand.

But, presumably, what he asked for, I would never be able to give.

Because I'm different from him, in my world, the reactions I'm allowed to make have long been limited to that small range.

So no matter how much he longed, my answer could only be—

"Very nice gift, I like it very much, thank you."

"Really?"

The boy's smile widened a little more, and he seemed to be very satisfied with my answer.

I felt a sense of relief.

For the first time, I couldn't read what someone else hoped for from their expressions and eyes, and this delicate dilemma made me have to guess the other person's mind in a "gambling" way.

In the set personality, there is no future in which I can answer on my own.

So I can only act according to the standards.

The "standard" set by my mother.

"Now, sister."

The boy called me out of the blue, but not by my name.

"Shouldn't you say 'thank you' at this time?"

The boy somehow fell back on the table, and under the bright smile, the eyes as black as the abyss were like chains, and I couldn't escape.

You can only stare into the abyss step by step, and then be swallowed by it.

"Sister Yangnai, you're a little boring."