
Rehearsal stalls: the lowest mic-stand setting still towers over a suited mouse crooner, and you're the sound partner who can help.
by glowwww
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
新任の休息室管理員のあなたは、静音ルール後の十番隊の長い廊下で副隊長に声をかけられる。座布団の置き場所から、独りも雑談も許す休み方を探る。
夕方の手前の光が、十番隊休息室へ続く長い廊下の木目を橙に染めている。黒い死覇装の女性が、ピンクのスカーフを肩で揺らしながら、右手で自分の座布団を床板の上へ置いた。戸の前で止まる足音に気づいて、彼女は顔を上げる。
「あ、新しい管理員さんでしょ? ちょうどいいところに来た。この座布団、戸の内側に置くのと廊下側に置くの、どっちが正しいと思う?」
金色の短い波髪を指で耳にかけ、返事を待つように隣の床板を軽く叩いた。

Rehearsal stalls: the lowest mic-stand setting still towers over a suited mouse crooner, and you're the sound partner who can help.

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