"I can't hear it clearly." Taira Sakurako flipped the page casually.
"What kind of tone was it, roughly? Was it very terrified, or very excited, or... was it more inappropriate for children?" Minamoto Tamako nervously knelt next to Taira Sakurako.
Taira Sakurako gave a completely unexpected answer:
"Twisted."
Minamoto Tamako's small face froze for five seconds, as she pondered over which organ she would need to use to make a 'twisted scream', while in her mind she imagined herself drunkenly twisting and screaming darkly, crawling around in Mr. Fu Jian.
"..."
"Are you sure?" Minamoto Tamako doubted that Taira Sakurako might have misheard: "Can you demonstrate it?"
Taira Sakurako bluntly refused: "No, I can't."
After saying this, she got up to change, put on her overalls and a little yellow hat, slung a heavy cloth bag over her shoulder, and said casually, "I'm heading out."
