140.2 A Platypus' Soliloquy -2- - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

A Platypus' Soliloquy -2- (Around Chapters 122 to 140) A pile of stuffed toys, a mountain of plush creatures. Among them, a platypus not resembling a crocodile in the slightest. That was me. The one who chose me from the pile was Shiori Miyagi and I found myself employed in her home's kitchen as a tissue box cover. Compared to living in disarray, subject to the scrutiny of visitors, the kitchen was comfortable and easy to live in. I didn't mind so much being jostled or having my arms tugged by the household members. It felt good to have my once-empty body given purpose with a box of tissues, serving with pride to supply tissues to the home's occupants. The view from my perch atop a slightly elevated color box was pleasant enough, and I even thought I might want to stay in this kitchen forever. But those peaceful days were taken from me by Shiori Miyagi. I was abruptly taken from my kitchen abode to "Sendai-san's" room without any prior warning by Shiori Miyagi. At that time, I thought Shiori Miyagi was being unreasonable, but now, I’m grateful. Because she made it so I could always be with Master. Master is the one who brought me home from the checkout after Shiori Miyagi selected me. Initially, much like Shiori Miyagi, she was just another resident of this house, but she won my affection by caressing and kissing me, so she became the one I should call Master. Though I have certain thoughts about her treating Shiori Miyagi similarly, my privilege is to be with Master even when she sleeps in the same room. This privilege convinces me that I must be Master’s number one. Today, too, Master is in the room without Shiori Miyagi, gazing at me. "Hmm—" She lets out a small murmur and lightly taps my head as I lie on the floor. "You still don’t have a name, huh? Platypus, platypus, huh. 'Kaachan' sounds too much like a mother. 'Hashii' doesn’t quite fit either..." It seems Master is considering a name for me, muttering to herself. "How about we let Miyagi name you?" Master carelessly flops onto the floor. No, thank you. It's not that I dislike Shiori Miyagi, but I'd rather not. I wish for Master to name me. If only I could say that, but unfortunately, I cannot speak. "Well, it’s not like Miyagi would name you anyway. She doesn't even name the cat, apparently." With a sigh, Master says this. Then a gentle knock, knock, knock is heard at the door, and I feel disheartened. It’s a clear sign that my naming will be deferred, ans I hear the words I expected. "The name will have to wait until next time." Master gets up and opens the door. It’s disappointing, but it can't be helped. I’ll keep the excitement for later. For the day when I’ll surely be given a name.