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By the second act the polished plating has begun to loosen, one shoulder guard hanging open to bare pale skin against the warehouse's blue glow. Origami braces a hand against the floor, wings flared wide, her breath quickening as the bow at her chest comes undone. Her eyes, usually so composed, go glassy and half lidded, cheeks flushed deep as the armor's seams give way to more than they were built to hide. The crates and cables around her fade into background noise next to the sight of a Spirit finally losing her composure. 第二幕では磨き上げられた装甲が緩み始め、片方の肩当てが開いて倉庫の青い光の中に白い肌が覗く。 折紙は片手を床につき、翼を大きく広げ、胸元のリボンが解けるにつれて息を弾ませる。 いつもは落ち着いている瞳はとろりと潤み半分閉じ、装甲の継ぎ目が隠しきれないものを晒すほど頬は深く染まる。 周囲の木箱やケーブルは、精霊がついに余裕を失っていく光景の前ではただの背景に過ぎない。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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