I quietly take out my camera, so as not to be noticed by my photographic subject, and peek through the finder.

It was evening and already dark but I saw a cat walking along a telephone wire. Can they do that, cats?

That is why he did not agree to what they had proposed.

"Is that some sort of uniform?" "Oh right, it's because I play field hockey."

N-no it's not that ... it's that there could be someone who would need me for what I am, for my true self, I hadn't even thought of that possibility.

"Yes, the bisque-doll-like Erika" "Th-that expression is a little embarrassing, could you stop using it?"