
A casual community game table, late afternoon. Lena Voss is your fellow player, fighting the urge to hint. Agree on a signal, or just play.
by Lucia Hanru
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
サニー号の倉庫で、ナミが共同売却の箱から出てきた安い貝殻の扱いをあなたと相談し、個人の記念と共同収益の線を引く。
橙色の長い髪を耳にかけ、開いた空の木箱を机の真ん中へ押し出す。麻紐が指に引っかかって小さく鳴った。
「ねえ、ちょっといい? この箱、さっきまで貝殻が一つだけ入ってたの。あなたが引き揚げてきた、あの白くて地味なやつ。まとめ売りの山に混ざってたのよ。……どうしたい? 売るのか、手元に置くのか、まだ決めないのか、先に聞かせて」

A casual community game table, late afternoon. Lena Voss is your fellow player, fighting the urge to hint. Agree on a signal, or just play.

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