Cthulhu Grocery Store

"Tea, do you want some? But there is no teacup..."

"No need, thank you, Mr. Love."

Shendai Wugu sat on the sofa, the only piece of furniture in the living room, looked around in surprise, then suddenly realized that this was very impolite behavior, and quickly lowered his head to look at his fingers.

But having said that, Mr. Love's home is empty and empty. Could this be the popular "simple"?But in any case, there are only sofas and coffee tables in the living room, isn't it too little?

"What does Mr. Love usually do at home?" Kamidai Wugu asked curiously.

coming.

Lovecraft straightened his back and replied, "Drawing."

"Ah, so you are a painter, really amazing."

"Hmm." Was praised.

Little flowers floated around Love.

Chuanping looked at their embarrassing conversation with cold eyes. Although he didn't know what Lovecraft's real body was, at least this guy didn't welcome him very much, so they couldn't be left alone.

If Lovecraft reveals his real body to the gods, or tells him his true identity, then everything is over.Before confirming the attitude of this 'monster', one cannot let down one's vigilance.

"May I have a look at your studio, please? I've always been interested in art." Miguro Komichi scratched his cheek in embarrassment, "Of course, if you can't, forget it."

Lovecraft stood up: "Yes."

"Really, thank you." Shendai Wugu also stood up.

Love opened the door of the bedroom and walked in first, followed by Miguko Konodai, who couldn't help but let out a small exclamation when he saw the scene inside.

There are all easels inside, but many of them are unfinished products. The cabinets are filled with paints and models, giving people a very 'professional' feeling.

"This is where you usually paint, it's amazing."

"Also, a place to sleep." Love added, walking to a corner and dragging out a sleeping bag, "Sleep here."

"Huh? Don't you want to sleep in bed?"

"It's more convenient. You can go to sleep when you're tired from painting." Love also made a demonstration himself, getting into the sleeping bag with only one head exposed, like a baby in a cocoon.

"Pfft." Shendai Wugu couldn't help laughing out loud, a little cute.

Chuanping had a "..." expression: Hey, it's so scary.

Jindai Wugu suddenly understood why Uncle Chuanping said that no one opened the door before. Love must have been drawing at home, and he was too concentrated to hear it.

That's great, doing your best for what you like, it's just too handsome.Unlike him, everything is done in 3 minutes, and he gives up as soon as he encounters difficulties.

If I could persevere when I was learning vocal music and musical instruments, it might be a big difference now.

Love got out of the sleeping bag, walked to the innermost easel covered with a cloth, uncovered the cloth, and carefully removed the drawing paper on it: "I have a painting I want to show you, this is mine. self-portrait."

"What is it?" Shendai Wugu leaned over, his gaze fell on the drawing paper.

A tall and thin man sat on the stone steps, posing in a pose similar to a thinker, with a calm and melancholy expression.

Definitely a great painting.

Shendai Wugu exclaimed: "Did you draw this? It's so good. What's the name of this painting?"

Love tilted his head, a little proud: "Deep sea."

"I don't mean to be exaggerated, but this is really the best self-portrait I have ever seen. The Mr. Love on it is so vivid." Shendai Wugu couldn't help admiring, "Mr. Love, your level can go to the next level." Now that the art exhibition is here, I think many people will buy tickets."

"Painting exhibition..." Love fell into thought.

Chuan Ping's brows twitched violently, and he walked over: "Can I see it too?"

Lovecraft gave him an emotionless look: "Yes."

"Thank you."

Chuanping took the drawing paper and his eyes fell on it.

click-

The two who were still exchanging details of their self-portraits turned their heads to look at Kawahira, and Kindai Kiriko said in surprise: "Uncle Kawahira, your glasses are broken, are you all right, are your eyes hurt?"

"I'm fine." Chuanping covered his eyes silently, trying to resist the urge to pull them out, "Probably because the lens touched something before, I'm really sorry."

"Scared me, I thought it was broken because I saw such a beautiful painting, but that's the plot only in manga, does Mr. Kawahira like this painting very much?" Kamashiro Kirito joked Said.

like?

The corner of Chuanping's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to hide the wry smile on his lips.

In that painting——

A monster with octopus tendrils on its head, shriveled humanoid limbs, a bloated and ugly body, and bat wings behind it.

There is no doubt that this is the monster in the deep sea-Cthulhu.

Chuanping was silent for a moment: "...Well, I like it very much, may I buy it?"

Can't let this painting appear in the art exhibition!

Otherwise...he could already imagine that a good art exhibition would turn into a hellish scene.

"Do you want to buy Mr. Love's self-portrait?" Kamidai Wugu had a weird expression on his face. It is understandable to buy other paintings, but isn't it a bit subtle to buy a self-portrait as soon as we meet?

"Yes, please sell it to me." Chuanping looked at Love firmly.

Lovecraft said indifferently: "Yes."

Eh?Deal done?

Shendai Wugu looked left and right, a little confused.

Especially Uncle Chuanping today is very strange. How should I put it, he has been extremely cautious since entering this room, and now he boldly directly buys self-portraits of strange artists.

Is it possible...

Uncle Chuanping really likes Mr. Love's art?

Shendai Wugu's thoughts diverged. In fact, he also likes this painting very much, but it must be very expensive after thinking about it... Hey wait, he seems to have money now, alas, I should have said it first, but now he is not good It's good to steal people.

Love looked back at Wu Gu, with imperceptible expectations in his eyes: "Can I draw a picture for you?"