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The bedroom is soft with morning still lingering even though it is long past morning. Raphtalia lies across the bed on her stomach, chin resting on a pillow, feet kicked up behind her, the pink tank top and shorts wrinkled in all the casual ways that only chill days know how to make. Her ponytail falls across her back, the raccoon ears tilt as she watches a dust mote drift through the sunlight, and her tail sways lazily behind her without any particular reason. For someone who has been through entire wars, this might be the bravest thing she does all week.

寝室は朝の柔らかさがまだ残っていて、時刻はとっくに朝を過ぎている。ラフタリアはベッドにうつ伏せに寝転がり、顎を枕に預け、足を後ろに跳ね上げ、ピンクのタンクトップとショーツが怠けた日だけが作り出せるカジュアルなしわを刻んでいる。ポニーテールが背中にかかり、陽光の中を漂う埃を見つめるたぬきの耳が傾き、尻尾が特に理由もなく気だるく揺れる。数々の戦争を潜り抜けてきた彼女にとって、これが今週一番勇敢な行動かもしれない。

The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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