They say that people get tired when they move around a lot. Oh, that’s not just for people, but animals too.

    No matter how small the size, it was the same. He ran around trying to catch hamsters, and if you go back a little further, he even got involved in the construction industry of building houses, so he couldn’t help but get tired.

    It was also warm in Narin’s office. I was so sleepy that I laid down on a wide eraser, listening to Narin’s typing as a lullaby.

    I thought it would be soft and comfortable, but it was harder and more uncomfortable than I thought. So I tossed and turned for a bit and then thought about it.

    Isn’t there something as soft as Narin’s chest? If not, I’d like something soft enough to fit my palm or fingers.

    But that doesn’t mean you can borrow the hard-working Narin’s hand or dive into her thighs and sleep there.

    Even if I were to eat ham and cut my belly fat, I don’t want to do that because the inside of the cookie jar feels dirty.

    If you crawl in like that, like a hamburger, your whole body will be covered in salty snack oil, making you slippery, and even the smell will stick to you.

    You might think that it doesn’t matter if I just wash it, but the clothes I’m wearing right now belong to Narin’s favorite doll, so I can’t do anything carelessly.

    Then what would be good? As I was lying down, wondering what to use as a pillow, something gently shook my body.

    “Namina, eat and go to sleep.”

    I guess I fell into a deep sleep because the office was so warm and drowsy.

    I rolled my eyes, blinking. The clock on the monitor showed that it was just past 12 o’clock.

    I don’t know when we left, but as soon as we woke up, Narin got ready and left with us. We were delayed because we stopped by the office, but anyway, I think it was enough time for Narin to do her morning routine.

    Didn’t you sleep without a pillow during that time? That’s unfair.

    “Whaaaam… … . My hamburger belly… … .”

    “My ham is belly fat. What kind of dream was that?”

    “Oh, no. Let’s go eat, eat!”

    I didn’t feel that hungry because I had some jam-covered crackers at the office. But maybe it was because I ate too many sweets yesterday and today.

    This time, I feel like eating something salty and crunchy. Or maybe meat.

    And as if Hamshik sensed something edible, the lid of the cookie jar opened with a pop and flew out of the desk.

    Hamshik, who came out one after another, stretched out and let out a loud roar… … didn’t do that, but still opened his mouth wide.

    Then, thinking about it, he must have rolled around in the cookie jar too much, because he was rubbing his face with his drool-covered hands and licking various parts of his body.

    Is it because the fur tastes salty that it tastes good? Or is it because the ham-eaters are eating the ham-eaters?

    “Hamshik is strong. Ugh, his fur is oily. Look at Hamshik grooming himself because he feels uncomfortable with the oil on his fur. Hamshik, come here.”

    Phew, I’m glad I didn’t say anything out loud. Hamsters groom themselves just like cats do.

    Narin took out two wet tissues and wiped Hamshik’s fur. Was it because he went to bed without washing last night, or was it because he was just soaked in oil? There was something dark yellow on the wet tissues.

    Hamshik accepted it obediently, as if he didn’t hate Narin’s touch. But he continued to wipe his face with his hand.

    It wasn’t a front paw. It was something that could be used like a hand. While I was blankly staring at Hamshik’s amazing use of his hands, I took a quick look around his new body.

    Now that I think about it, I don’t think I washed up yesterday. I wonder if Narin wiped me off with a wet tissue like that.

    I think it would be really embarrassing if all that dirt was wiped off my body. I guess I’ll have to shower first when I get home.

    I have to climb up to the sink, get some water, make a bathtub, and brush my teeth in it. I think I can open the toothpaste cap with my strength.

    “This should be fine. Oh man, I should go home and take a shower. There’s a limit to how clean a purifier can be. But can hamsters shower too…? …? Do I need to buy a separate pet shampoo? Anyway, let’s go to the restaurant. We have a restaurant exclusive to our guild. If I work overtime, they give me dinner too?”

    A guild-only restaurant. I’ve never been to one, but I can understand why it’s good. They must be bragging about it because it’s not available anywhere else.

    That’s it. There was something that made me tilt my head, so I said it as it was.

    “Wow. But wouldn’t it be better if there was no overtime?”

    “… … Are you talking to me like you know me? Sob sob.”

    I guess I spoke for nothing. I should have just kept my mouth shut like before.

    But, judging from the fact that Narin only pretended to cry and spoke jokingly, it seemed like she wasn’t really heartbroken.

    Narin lifted me up and placed me on her chest like before, and Hamshik put me in his pocket and buttoned it up.

    I guess he couldn’t just keep it in his arms since he had escaped before. It would be hard for me to catch Hamshik if he suddenly ran away.

    However, I wondered if Hamshik, who had the strength to kick the plastic lid of a cookie jar and launch it far away, could escape by locking the button.

    Fortunately, the buttons were not snaps but regular plastic buttons, so the pocket didn’t open no matter how hard Hamshik pushed it.

    Hamshik finally reached out and fumbled, trying to undo the button. His tiny hands were pitiful, barely able to reach the button, but no one was on Hamshik’s side because of his criminal record.

    “Hamshik-ah, you have to keep quiet. Or you might get kicked out of the restaurant. Got it?”

    Was it because of Narin’s persuasion, or was it because Hamshik was tired of trying to escape? His hand that had been searching outside his pocket slowly retracted inside.

    We arrived at the basement by elevator. There were already a lot of people who had eaten, so there were more people coming out than heading to the restaurant.

    By the way, is it okay to bring Hamshik to a restaurant with so many people? I saw the manager get really surprised when he saw Hamshik earlier.

    I was worried about that, but when I actually got to the restaurant, I didn’t think it was necessary. Hamshik-gang seemed like a very ordinary animal.

    A green-skinned lizard-man walks around, larger than a human.

    You can see a slime squirming around wearing a formal hat and tie, and you can see a woman with the lower body of a snake shoveling food from a plate into her mouth.

    The world has really changed so much. It makes me wonder if this is really the world I used to live in.

    It seems like the world has changed so much since I died in the military. I thought there were only elves and orcs who came from other worlds, but there are races like that too.

    It might actually be more surprising that all the people in Narin’s office were human.

    There was almost no line. You could just walk up to the table with your plate and the tentacles and translucent ghosts would serve you the food right away.

    As Narin went, holding two plates, one in each hand, a pretty ghost greeted her with a bright smile.

    “Oh my. Ms. Narin, aren’t you going on a diet anymore?”

    “Oh, it’s not for me, it’s for my sister and Hamshik… … . Is it okay if I get two plates?”

    “Graham. Hehe, please eat a lot instead of me? Ah, it’s so sad that I can’t eat the food you make so deliciously. Isn’t that right, Chochuk-ah?”

    The tentacles that extended out from each menu and held things like ladles and tongs nodded in unison.

    He was wearing a chef’s hat on his head. I wondered if there was any significance to having no hair, but whatever.

    It’s not just one or two, they’re all strange. I think it’s okay to consider them as normal creatures.

    The tentacles stretched out all at once and placed the lunch menu on Narin’s plate. After going back and forth twice, Narin’s two plates were quickly filled with delicious food.

    “Thank you. I will enjoy it.”

    “I’ll eat well too! Thank you!”

    “Haha. What a good little sister.”

    Narin, who was escorted out by the restaurant ghost, took her seat and put down her plate. Then, after glancing at the eyes of others, she opened the button on her pocket.

    Was it because the smell of food was coming from all around? Hamshik looked around, his nose wrinkled. Then, when he approached Narin’s hand, he jumped up and started running along Narin’s arm.

    “Uh uh… … ?”

    Before Narin could even react, Hamshik, who had climbed up to Narin’s shoulders, dove onto the table. As soon as he landed without a sound, Hamshik immediately started looking for meat.

    “You’re still hungry after eating all that candy? Pig! No, you’re a rat, so you’re a pig!”

    “Ahahaha. Namin-ah, enjoy your meal.”

    “Enjoy your meal, too, Sister. I will eat well!”

    It can’t be done. According to Hamsik’s calculation, one of those plates is Narin’s. And one is mine. Because I ate half of the food.

    Perhaps it’s a consideration from the perspective of someone who is taking, that there should still be something for others to eat.

    If that’s the case, then maybe if she had been assigned her share, she might eat all of her own and then try to eat half more from Narin’s share.

    So I quickly sat down next to Hamshik and started eating.

    But I’m a civilized person, so I have to use tools. I scoop up rice with a spoon and eat it slowly, and I use chopsticks like a spear to dip meat in it, then place it on the plate like a seesaw and eat the meat.

    “Wow! Yummy! Hamshik, this is yummy. Isn’t it?”

    Thinking back, it was the first time I had ever stuffed my mouth full of meat and munched on food like I had seen in cartoons in my past life.

    Where I used to live, I only ate sweet porridge-like foods, so this oily and salty taste filling my mouth made me feel like fireworks were going off in my head.

    Hamshik was too busy tearing at the meat and eating the vegetables to even have a chance to respond to me. When the two of us worked together, it seemed like we were clearing the plate a little faster than Narin.

    “The kids are eating really well. It’s so nice to see them. If you don’t have enough, get more. I always make plenty of food.”

    “Ahaha. Thank you.”

    Still, I felt a little relieved when I heard the ghost who was distributing the food come and say something.

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