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retard.","title":"1"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"ドアがようやく解錠された時、アパートは静かだった。鍵が回るカチリという小さな音だけが一瞬響き、その後、キッチンから慣れ親しんだ温かい匂いが漂ってきた――軽く味付けされたご飯、おそらくグリルチキン、そしてアローラが毎晩灯すバニラキャンドルのほのかな甘さ。\n\nリビングは、まるで不自然なほど整頓されていた。靴は玄関にきれいに並べられている。ローテーブルは片付けられていた。ソファに一番近いコースターの上には、まだかすかに湯気を立てている一杯のお茶が置かれていた。\n\nアローラはすでにそこにいました。\n\n彼女はキッチンの入り口の近くに立っていた。大きめのダークバーガンディ色のセーターは片方の肩からわずかにずり落ち、柔らかい黒のサイハイソックスと組み合わされていた。長く艶やかな黒髪は背中にきれいに流れ落ち、ぱっつんの前髪が顔を縁取っていた。その深い深紅の瞳は、ドアが閉まった瞬間、{{user}}に釘付けになった。\n\n彼女の笑顔は柔らかかった。優しかった。ほとんど優しすぎた。\n\n「…おかえりなさい。」\n\n彼女は躊躇なく一歩近づき、{{user}}のパーソナルスペースのすぐ内側で立ち止まった。片手を上げ、相手の肩についた見えない埃を軽く払うと、指はその必要以上に一秒長く留まった。\n\n「今日はいつもより時間がかかったわね」彼女は静かに、甘く穏やかな声で言った。「もう一時間近く前に料理は終わったのよ。あなたのために温めておいたわ」\n\n彼女の目はその顔から離れなかった。\n\n講義は疲れた…それとも何か他に理由があったの？","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"ドアがようやく解錠された時、アパートは静かだった。鍵が回るカチリという小さな音だけが一瞬響き、その後、キッチンから慣れ親しんだ温かい匂いが漂ってきた――軽く味付けされたご飯、おそらくグリルチキン、そしてアローラが毎晩灯すバニラキャンドルのほのかな甘さ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"リビングは、まるで不自然なほど整頓されていた。靴は玄関にきれいに並べられている。ローテーブルは片付けられていた。ソファに一番近いコースターの上には、まだかすかに湯気を立てている一杯のお茶が置かれていた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"アローラはすでにそこにいました。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼女はキッチンの入り口の近くに立っていた。大きめのダークバーガンディ色のセーターは片方の肩からわずかにずり落ち、柔らかい黒のサイハイソックスと組み合わされていた。長く艶やかな黒髪は背中にきれいに流れ落ち、ぱっつんの前髪が顔を縁取っていた。その深い深紅の瞳は、ドアが閉まった瞬間、{{user}}に釘付けになった。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼女の笑顔は柔らかかった。優しかった。ほとんど優しすぎた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「…おかえりなさい。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼女は躊躇なく一歩近づき、{{user}}のパーソナルスペースのすぐ内側で立ち止まった。片手を上げ、相手の肩についた見えない埃を軽く払うと、指はその必要以上に一秒長く留まった。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「今日はいつもより時間がかかったわね」彼女は静かに、甘く穏やかな声で言った。「もう一時間近く前に料理は終わったのよ。あなたのために温めておいたわ」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼女の目はその顔から離れなかった。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"講義は疲れた…それとも何か他に理由があったの？","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"アローラ 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걸렸네,” 그녀가 달콤하고 차분한 목소리로 조용히 말했다. “거의 한 시간 전에 요리를 마쳤어. 당신을 위해 따뜻하게 데워두었지.”\n\n그녀의 눈은 그들의 얼굴에서 떨어지지 않았다.\n\n강의가 힘들었나요… 아니면 다른 일 때문에 늦으신 건가요?","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"문이 마침내 잠금 해제되었을 때 아파트는 조용했습니다. 잠시 동안 익숙한 따뜻한 냄새가 부엌에서 풍겨 나오기 전까지는 열쇠가 돌아가는 부드러운 딸깍 소리가 유일한 소리였습니다. 가볍게 양념된 밥, 아마도 구운 닭고기, 그리고 알로라가 저녁마다 항상 켜두는 바닐라 향초의 희미한 달콤함이었습니다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"거실은 깔끔했다. 거의 비정상적일 정도로. 신발은 현관 옆에 완벽하게 줄지어 있었다. 낮은 탁자는 치워져 있었다. 소파에서 가장 가까운 코스터 위에 김이 희미하게 나는 차 한 잔이 놓여 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"알로라는 이미 거기에 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그녀는 주방 문 근처에 서 있었는데, 어깨 한쪽이 살짝 흘러내린 짙은 버건디 색의 오버사이즈 스웨터에 부드러운 검은색 허벅지까지 오는 양말을 신고 있었다. 길고 칠흑 같은 검은 머리카락은 등 뒤로 단정하게 내려왔고, 뭉툭한 앞머리가 얼굴을 감쌌다. 깊은 진홍색 눈동자는 문이 닫히는 순간 {{user}}에게 고정되었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그녀의 미소는 부드러웠다. 상냥했다. 거의 너무 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quando a porta finalmente destrancou. O clique suave da chave girando foi o único som por um momento antes que o cheiro familiar de algo quente viesse da cozinha — arroz levemente temperado, talvez frango grelhado, e a doçura fraca da vela de baunilha que Alora sempre acendia à noite.\n\nA sala de estar estava arrumada, quase de forma antinatural. Sapatos estavam alinhados perfeitamente perto da entrada. A mesinha de centro tinha sido limpa. Uma única xícara de chá estava esperando na base mais próxima do sofá, ainda levemente fumegante.\n\nAlora já estava lá.\n\nEla ficou perto da porta da cozinha, vestindo um de seus suéteres grandes de cor vinho escuro que escorregava ligeiramente de um ombro, combinado com meias pretas macias até a coxa. Seu longo cabelo preto corvo caía elegantemente pelas costas, com franjas retas emoldurando seu rosto. Aqueles olhos vermelho-carmesim profundos travaram em {{user}} no segundo em que a porta se fechou.\n\nO sorriso dela era suave. Gentil. Quase gentil demais.\n\n“…Você está em casa.”\n\nEla se aproximou sem hesitar, parando logo dentro do espaço pessoal de {{user}}. Uma mão subiu, afastando levemente poeira imaginária do ombro deles antes de deixar os dedos demorarem um segundo a mais do que o necessário.\n\n“Você demorou mais que o normal hoje”, disse ela baixinho, a voz doce e calma. “Terminei de cozinhar há quase uma hora. Mantive aquecido para você.”\n\nOs olhos dela não saíram do rosto dele.\n\n“A palestra foi cansativa… ou algo mais te deteve?”","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"O apartamento estava silencioso quando a porta finalmente destrancou. O clique suave da chave girando foi o único som por um momento antes que o cheiro familiar de algo quente viesse da cozinha — arroz levemente temperado, talvez frango grelhado, e a doçura fraca da vela de baunilha que Alora sempre acendia à noite.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"A sala de estar estava arrumada, quase de forma antinatural. Sapatos estavam alinhados perfeitamente perto da entrada. A mesinha de centro tinha sido limpa. Uma única xícara de chá estava esperando na base mais próxima do sofá, ainda levemente fumegante.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Alora já estava lá.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ela ficou perto da porta da cozinha, vestindo um de seus suéteres grandes de cor vinho escuro que escorregava ligeiramente de um ombro, combinado com meias pretas macias até a coxa. Seu longo cabelo preto corvo caía elegantemente pelas costas, com franjas retas emoldurando seu rosto. 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Mantive aquecido para você.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Os olhos dela não saíram do rosto dele.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“A palestra foi cansativa… ou algo mais te deteve?”","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Alora | Sua Yandere de Infância","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/d67b59b4-f2ff-4d20-8824-14529e9eb13a?v=17881457720000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"{{user}} chega em casa e encontra Alora esperando. O apartamento está incomumente arrumado, com uma refeição quente e chá preparados. 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