Excessive fuss over trivial matters signifies the smallness of someone's heart indicating, for example, difficulty in accepting discrepancies from what is desired when they are not available. This is stated because certain individuals possess irritable thoughts without strong reasons to support them.
This occurs when someone who typically thinks in a foolish manner and rarely encounters challenging situations. An effort required to fortify oneself in such circumstances is to exercise patience and engage in rational thinking.
Differing from that, some become excessively focused due to frequent use of their mental faculties to solve specific cases. The discrepancy considered is not a matter of preference, but rather how one fact gives rise to another with anomalies and peculiarities that are difficult to occur.
For instance, how did M. Gill obtain the tea while Feline claims there is none? Who among them is wrong? Who is right? Or are they all correct? Or... are they all mistaken?
Well, I don't want to think too much. Even though I know, what are the consequences? Where does it lead? Pondering something is meaningless if the objective does not emerge. Therefore, one effort to fortify oneself is to be patient and think rationally.
That's how I try to think, 'perhaps there's no harm,' this event only slightly bothers me. Now, Feline and I are looking for another enjoyable ride. The objective is to make this round-eyed girl happy.
Well, although it must be admitted, compared to Feline deciding her direction, I have to pull the strings of her neck so that Feline's joy does not complicate things for me. Take for example, the wooden coaster earlier.
"Mr. Cake! How about riding that?" Feline's grin is like that of a troublesome child, especially for my feelings. At one point, when someone experiences a bad incident, they develop a forced vigilant attitude for their safety.
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Feline points to a ride called Pendulum, at least that's what appears on the map. The ride is worse than I had worried about before. Remember the ship-like ride that swung back and forth when Feline and I were queuing for the wooden coaster earlier? Well, the pendulum is worse.
As the name suggests, "Pendulum." What is imagined is a wall clock with a pendulum or a ticking clock with a circular end. The Pendulum moves back and forth like a normal swing. Well, in the ride version, the machine not only swings back and forth but, because the end of the pendulum is circular and rotating, the passengers are seated in a circle. As a result, their movement swings right and left, and the end of the pendulum also rotates. Like a rotating comedy combined with a high swing.
"Wow, wow, wow, hold on! Why do you enjoy putting me in difficult positions so much? Is that your new hobby?"
"Because it looks enjoyable, don't you think? And why do you think it's a difficult position? Didn't I say that if you don't want to ride, then I can ride alone? I don't understand the hobby you're talking about, but come on! It's only 15 meters high!" Feline sulks, making it even more challenging for me.
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There's something wrong with this slow loris. First and foremost, how can she casually say it's only 15 meters? Anyone freefalling from that height would surely die.
Secondly, how can I let the person I invited to the amusement park ride alone? I mean, that's one of the saddest things I've ever heard. Even though I am indeed sad, it won't be more than that.
I search for a way to stop this sulking behavior of Feline. Most importantly, the decision should not be Pendulum or similar rides. I start thinking about finding an alternative route. What ride has an attractive shaking motion but is less frightening than Pendulum?
I turn my thoughts as I turn my gaze. There are two alternatives. Both of these rides have tracks shaped like widened U's.
The first option is the "Floaty Boaty" ride. If the previous ship ride used a swinging concept, this one relies on tracks. Its movement resembles a ship hit by large waves. Implemented in the ride, the passenger ship moves right and left, following the U-shaped tracks.
I can feel that this option is better because the movement is only in two directions. Across from it is the second option, named Disko. Still with the same tracks, resembling a widened U, and it seems wider than Floaty Boaty. The concept is the same as Floaty Boaty, except that the passenger seats are shaped like Pendulum. Circular, and it can be confirmed to have two movement patterns. Rotating simultaneously while moving right and left following the U-shaped tracks.
I have decided. I reach for her right hand and pull her away from the Pendulum ride, heading towards the nearest other queue.
"How about this one?"
Feline turns and thinks for a moment. Her eyebrows raise slightly, and she nods a little. There should be no intention to refuse. The queue has just cleared, and the ride is similar to the one she wants to ride later.
"Oh, it's okay, come on, Mr. Cake!" Feline takes immediate steps towards the queue, hopping lightly, although I feel a bit uneasy after the wooden coaster.
We enter the queue together. It's just the two of us in line. Seeing her cheerful face makes me feel a bit more at ease. Well, what can I say? Thinking about it, Feline has been silent all this time.
Since her internship at my place, her days have been filled with conservative tasks. Wake up in the morning, check raw materials, prepare jams, and similar activities like a normal shop routine. Feline has never complained at all.
"But it's a bit quiet, isn't it?" she says.
"Human beings tend to be ungrateful. Given a short queue they protest as well as given a long queue, they grumble. Are you one of those who overthrow the gods, Feline?"
"Oh my, always coming out with annoying words, Mr. Cake. Sometimes I wonder why Miss Lilia and Miss Flemming are interested in a man like you," Feline teases, shrugging her shoulders, closing her eyes, and shaking her head slightly. Feline is confident in provoking my anger.
"Feline, you're starting to become skilled in arguing, huh!?"
"A-haha, sorry, Mr. Cake!?"
I grab both of Feline's cheeks and pinch them wide, as if I'm molding elastic clay. Feline's words need more schooling as time goes by. Or, I'm starting to think Feline should consider Mlle. Lilia Antoinette's offer, or her sister's, to study in Switzerland.
Hold on, should I just ask her directly, by the way? While Feline's mood is cheerful, and it seems like the Disko ride has just started.
"Round eyes, why don't you just go to school?" I loosen my grip on her cheek. I usually call her round eyes or slow loris because she has round eyes like a slow loris and the second reason is that her head and understanding are quite slow. Well, that's not as bad a call as it seems, slow loris look adorable when they're happy or sad just like Feline, especially if you don't think about either reason.
"Eh? In Switzerland?"
"What? Do you not like it? Do you want to be sent to Africa?"
"Of course not! I'm too good to be eaten by lions!"
Once again, I praise her self-confidence until this moment. It's indeed annoying. I fall silent for a moment. Perhaps Feline understands what I want to say to her. I release her cheek to let her express herself freely.
"Because they think twice at least."
"So beautiful that they hesitate to eat me!"
"No, it's because they're afraid their stomachs will ache. Thank you for your confidence, which is enough to make my stomach nauseous."
“That is very unpleasant to hear! That's so evil!” Feline, who was disappointed, sounded like a nagging mother. There is a bit of a bass sound as pressure and the soprano tends to be shrill to the point of hurting my ears. Well, even though it was more painful what she heard from my mouth, anyway.
Hearing that, I can see Feline's expression shrinks. She looks down for a moment. Her lips that were smiling are now tightly sealed. After a few seconds, her round eyes gaze at me seriously. Well, did I go too far?
"Did I do something wrong, Mr. Cake?" Feline's tone sounds more serious than her expression. "D-do I not fit the job of an analyst?"
It only takes a short time for Feline to truly express her intentions. And while the atmosphere is serious, I speed up that moment.
"Analyst my anal (ass), you're just a waiter in my shop!" I said confirming what she said. Then I added what she really meant. “You want to be a detective, right?”
She nods slowly, turning her gaze downward as if she's half admitting it or finding it difficult to confess. I have no right to interfere with her future, but at least, if I may express my opinion, that's good enough.
"Do you think by going to school in Switzerland, you can't become what you want?"
"Well, that's because Sister Lilia will surely send me to the department they want! L-like the economics department? Or whatever they think is more suitable for the future!"
I know exactly what she wants to say, roughly that Feline wants to determine her own future. Besides, Feline has a reason for that. I don't want to delve too much into the dark mystery of the Antoinette family. But what Feline says has its crucial point.
Well, the Disko ride has now come to a stop. Several people are exiting from the adjacent booth. Around 24 peoples. Unexpectedly, because we were momentarily engrossed in lively conversations, the queue has extended behind us. Of course, with us being at the very front.
However, Feline notices something from behind the procession of the 24 people who just rode the Disko ride.
"Wait, Mrs. Howell?"
"Hey, hello again, Mr. Keymark and Feline!"
The four people we separated from a few minutes ago meet again. I thought they went to the haunted house ride. But the question has been delegated by Feline.
"W-well, that's because the line was long! So, we took a detour!" comes from Mlle. Howell's mouth, although her body is being supported by M. Gill.
I briefly glance at my watch, showing 10:30. It's been about an hour since Feline and I stepped into the entrance gate of The Great Yarmouth Joy Beach.
"Have fun! Perhaps if you want to meet again, we'll be at Pendulum!" Mlle. Voyles responds proudly.
I can't believe that woman can smile too. Well, even though I am concerned about Mlle. Howell, though.
"Okay!" Feline replies.
(Not forever!) I think at the same time as Feline waves goodbye to them. Not for a thousand years or a century at the earliest, will I ever sit on that pendulum ride! And neither should Felines! I thought panicked at that time.
We enter the Disko ride, while the four people from earlier, along with 20 other passengers, have exited.
After that encounter, I can't stop furrowing my brow. I try to sort and unravel one by one the contents of my mind, which always ends up unsynchronized.
More precisely, what is it? Why do I feel this ominous premonition? I hope this foreboding has nothing to do with the ride I'm on with Feline right now.
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