Hiding in a trash can was pretty convenient.
As long as you could stand the conditions inside.
The trash can was full of garbage...
Unwilling to give up, the man reached in and rummaged through the trash a few times.
Hmm.
There was nothing but garbage. No old dwarf hiding inside.
The man: ...
The man silently put the lid back on the trash can.
All right.
He'd imagined it.
The man stuck his hand out from beneath the umbrella and washed it with rainwater.
Then he wiped it on himself.
His clothes were already soaked anyway.
So wiping his hand was barely better than nothing.
The man took a deep breath.
"...Ah."
He let out a subdued cry.
This was so annoying.
That feeling of seeing something but not being able to touch it was awful.
It was frustrating.
"Are you even here or not..."
"Clang!"
The man kicked the trash can.
"Are you messing with me?"
"If you're going to appear, then appear."
"Otherwise..."
"Don't appear at all!"
The man cursed indignantly a few times.
Then he stopped, panting a little.
He suddenly felt that he was being ridiculous.
How had he gotten himself into such a miserable and frustrating state?
Forget it.
The man decided.
He really...
Wasn't interested in that old dwarf with green hair and green skin anymore...
Even if he saw a blurry shadow again...
He'd just pretend he hadn't seen it.
He wouldn't—
The man raised his head.
Huh!?
The man froze.
His eyes suddenly widened.
W-what!?
G-green hair!?
The man wanted to rub his eyes.
But he worried the green hair would disappear the moment he did.
He strained every muscle.
The corners of his eyes were twitching.
This time...
He