**Day 19: Late Night – Inn – White Weirdo Pervert
I'm starving, I haven't eaten dinner yet, and all I said was that I didn't have money for the inn or dinner… and now I'm getting yelled at. Again. I'm getting yelled at today too.
"Why is this happening? You were the one lecturing me about how important money is, and the second you turn around you come back completely broke!? Are you some kind of incompetent? A total deadbeat? Are you going to end up banned from poetry for disturbing public morals?"
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I just went shopping, that's all. Why am I getting yelled at? Is it because I didn't bring back souvenirs for all the girls? They're treating me like I'm mentally unfit… This is seriously depressing.
Apparently living a carefree life isn't allowed.
I'm getting scolded by elderly showmen, widows, crowds of people, lunatics, and poor folks—all of them—in this unchanging anthill of a city where people swarm like insects.
You're not supposed to look down on other people's sensitivity. Sensitivity is a person's talent. And right now their talent is getting angry at me. All twenty of them, and it's exclusively for me?
I put it on my tab.
I sneak back to my room and spread out my haul.
This is the real main event of shopping.
I sort everything by type and take it out. These are the gloves… the mantle can go on the floor for now, and the rings on the table.
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"Huh? What's this one? Oh, the evasion mantle, I think… It was Evasion Power Up (Small), right…?"
There's way too much stuff. I can't even organize it all in my head… plus I'm sleepy… but there's still so much left… and there's no space to sleep.
"This is bad… it's almost morning already… I'm so tired… is my brain already asleep…?"
Whatever, I can't make sense of any of this anymore. Since it all fits into seven slots, I'll just combine them into one for now… Ahhh, somehow it's… not just combining… it feels like it's being sucked in…
Anyway… it's all put away now… Time to sleep… What am I going to do about money though…? My favorability… it feels like it got taken off… stripped away. Yeah, goobye favorability.