“Sleep in the pile of hay, peeping familiar.”
“It was scattered.”
Though he heard Louise groaning a few times within the futon, she calmed down after a while. “Aah”, thinking about the sailor uniform that he will deliver to Siesta tomorrow night, Saito fell asleep.
Chapter Three: The Sailor Outfit and Louise's Jealousy
The sunlight shining radiantly at Austri's Plaza, Saito was groveling on the ground and trembling violently. Then he raised his face, gazed at the work of art he had produced, and once again started to go mad from his excitement.
“Hah, hah, hah...” His breathing became hot.
The throbbing of his heart reached its climax many times and brought Saito's heart to utopia.
Saito muttered quietly.
“Shiver, my palpitation's beat.”
“Throb, my heart of homesickness.”
“Shiver more and more heatedly, bless my genius......”
“The angel said. Said it here. I'm glad I'm alive......”
Saito tightly grasped the grass growing from the ground and yelled loudly.
“UooooooooooOOOOOOH! I'm, THE GREAAAAATESTT!”
Then he pointed at the angel in front of his eyes.
“Siesta is also the greaaaTTTESStt!!”
Siesta, dumbfounded, was staring at Saito's whole act of agony and excitement.
Saito-san... is strange......
She murmured unintentionally. That was exactly just how abnormal Saito was acting.
“B-but, these clothes......”
“Wh-what? Something wrong? Is there something flawed?!”
Saito sprung energetically towards her.
“W, well... I mean, this is a military uniform, right? Even if I wear this, it won't look good...”
“Don't say such stupid things!”
Saito's intimidating attitude caused Siesta to go “Hii...” and back off.
“In thiiiIISS! W-W-World! That is certainly an outfit for the naval soldiers! BuuuUUUUT! In my woorrlLLD! Girls your age wear that and go to school! GoooOOOIIING in present progressive form!”
“Y-Yes...”
Aah, Saito-san is surpassing strange...
Then Saito screamed while half-crying.
“It is called sailor uniform in my world! I'm shorrRRYYY for being born!”
Siesta thought So that is what this was about...
This is an outfit from Saito-san's birthplace...
Last night, Saito came to her and handed her the sailor uniform with a stiffened expression. When Saito said “I'll modify this outfit for you to wear”, she honestly thought that he had lost his mind.
Even so, Siesta honestly felt happy that Saito bought clothes for her.
And now, to Saito who was delighting over having her dress in his birthplace's outfit, she felt darling.
If Saito was normal right now, pulling away from him would be the only thing possible to do, but for that reason, Siesta blushed.
“At first, I thought Saito-san went crazy, but he had such a reason......”
I understand! Siesta nodded, and turned around to face Saito seriously.
“What should I do to please you even more?”
Saito, once again, looked at Siesta's appearance from the top to bottom.
First, the upper half. It was a beautiful gem made from Albion's sailor suits. White long sleeves with black cuffs. The collar and scarf were deep blue in color. Three white lines ran across the collar.
And then, Saito condensed his genius into “length”. Saito, to his utmost ability, instructed Siesta to make the waist area short. By shortening the length of the upper half, it only reached to the top of the skirt. Therefore, whenever Siesta twisted her body, he could see her belly button. Saito was the real thing.
Now, the skirt. He shouldn't have done it, but he stole Louise's alternate uniform. It had a pleat on it, so he put it to practical use. This, as well, was shortened to the best he could. As a result, most likely the first skirt in this other world to be fifteen centimeters above the knees was created.
And then the socks. Those were the result from a clash between Saito's preferences and reality. Saito carefully chose and arranged deep blue socks.
Shoes. They were the high-laced boots Siesta always wore. It was the only scratch in this glittering work of art. He really wanted loafers here. But sadly, loafers did not exist in this world.
Anyways, these articles were all scrutinized and coordinated by Saito.
Her big breasts, usually covered and hidden by an apron, were raised up by the hand-made sailor uniform. Her slender legs, healthy like a serow's, were sucked into the fifteen-centimeter-above-knees skirt. Siesta usually didn't wear such short skirts, so the mix of nostalgia and freshness made him even more emotionally moved.
“Tell me! Saito-san! What should I do, to get closer to your birthplace?!”
Saito thought. Seriously, staking his life. He recalled all kinds of patterns. Like a high-powered calculator, Saito's head rotated.
The voice of his heart whispered.
Saito, IT CAN ONLY BE THAT.
Right. It can only be that... Only that...
With a almost-sobbing voice, he squeezed out
“Spin around.”
“Eh?”
“Round and around, turn like that. Then, after that, say 'Sorry to keep you waiting!' cheerfully to me.”
Siesta drew back. Saito was coinciding with the type of men her mother told her not get close to when she was young. Still, Siesta wanted to please him.
As if to prepare herself, “Y-yes...” she nodded, and Siesta spun around. Her scarf and skirt lightly flew up into the air.
“So-sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Wroooong!”
“Hii!”
“At the end, you raise a finger and go ‘ne’. Cheerfully. One more time.”
Nodding, Siesta repeated what she was told. Seeing this, Saito cried.
“Thank you for y-y, y, your bravery.”
Is this okay, Siesta? Is it really okay for this person? She kind of felt that from the more composed part of her, but Siesta shut off that negativity.
Every person has hobbies and preferences that they can't tell others. Saito-san is no exception. Yeah, that's all... Yes, that's it! She tells herself brightly and smiled. Siesta is strong.
“What should I do next?”
“Um, next is...”
When Saito folded his arms and started pondering over this, a group of two walked over to them in an awkward manner.
It was Guiche and the fat Malicorne. An unusual duo. It seemed the two had been staring at Siesta from some shelter.
“Ehem”, Guiche coughed to grab attention.
“That is... what? What are those clothes?!”
For some reason, Guiche was furious while looking like he was going to cry. Malicorne, too, pointed to Siesta while trembling.
“O-o, o, outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! Isn't that right?! Guiche!”
“Aah, this! I've never seen such an outrageous outfit before! It-it-it!”
“It directly attacks the br-br-brain!”
The two's eyes glittered heatedly, and stared at Siesta as if to eat into her. Waaan, the headaches multiplied, Siesta felt miserable, but these two were nobles. Because she had to, Siesta forcibly smiled.
That smile and sailor uniform seemed to have completely damaged Malicorne and Guiche, since they started to draw near her in a staggering gait like a somnambulist's. Siesta, sensing danger to her body, said “Well, I'm going back to work!” and ran away.
“How lovely...” Guiche murmured in a dreaming tone as he watched her run off.
“Absolutely...” Malicorne also murmured, spellbound.
“What did you come here for?!”