The next morning after my first job as Canine, I was woken up by someone breaking into my apartment. But since G didn't say anything about an intruder, it should be someone I know.
I was right. Bob was sitting on the sofa in the living room of my apartment.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I got the news that you did a great job, Canine. Though I didn't know about your great job in interior design," Bob said.
"It's not me. It's Rei's friend who did this. But I was the one who moved everything around so I guess I did this," I said.
"I see. I know that if it's you, you prefer efficiency compared to beauty. There's no way you would do this on your own," Bob said.
He's right. I want to get my things on where I put them last. I want to have places where I can easily get anything. So for me to design this apartment on my own like this is impossible.
