6.12 - White Haired Girl
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I walked over to the dining table that is connected directly with the kitchen, and the girl noticed what I carried over from the room.
"O-Oh, you picked those up?"
I lifted my hand that was carrying the cup pieces, and I just awkwardly stared at her apologetically.
"I'm worried that someone might step on these."
"How nice of you! Then, don't slap glass cups anymore, okay!?"
Wow. Her words are so fantastically calm.
"The trash bin is there."
She pointed at the trash bin right next to the kitchen, and I threw all the pieces on my hand into it. The pieces made a loud sound as it crashed inside the trash bin.
"I will buy another cup to replace it."
I said responsibly, and the girl just laughed.
"It's okay! It's all Nico's cups, anyway. Sit at the table for a bit. I'm still cooking."