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喫煙中のカブさん

Diterbitkan pada Nov 8, 2026

character: kabu_(pokemon) 1boy, solo, short hair, grey hair, swept-back hair, grey eyes, black sclera, green pupils, thick eyebrows, mature male, chubby, overweight, slightly obese, broad shoulders, thick neck, red polo shirt, collared shirt, short sleeves, beige cardigan, cardigan fully buttoned, all buttons fastened, pale buttons, white face mask, mask pulled down to chin, mask under chin, bare mouth, cigarette in mouth, lit cigarette, smoking, smoke, exhaling smoke, narrowed eyes, half-closed eyes, looking to the side, one hand in cardigan pocket, other hand holding cigarette, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, three-quarter view, urban rooftop at night, chain-link fence, city lights bokeh The camera looks up from below and slightly off-axis, a low three-quarter view that tilts the horizon a few degrees: a stocky middle-aged man stands near the edge of a rooftop service deck, weight sunk into his right hip, left leg relaxed with the toe turned out, torso twisted a quarter away from the lens while his chin lifts and turns to the left so the smoke drifts off past his cheek. His short grey hair is swept back off his forehead and lifts a little in the night wind at the temples; the mask hangs slack under his jaw, its elastic loops hooked behind his ears, the fabric bunched and creased across his chin, leaving his mouth and the cigarette free. The beige cardigan is closed from hem to throat, every pale button fastened and the knit pulling into soft horizontal tension creases across his belly and chest, its ribbed cuffs pushed back a little at the wrists; the rust-red polo collar stands up out of the cardigan's neckline, one collar point flipped, red fabric visible at the open V of the neck, the short red sleeves ending above his elbows. His right hand is pushed into the cardigan's side pocket, the knit bulging around the knuckles; his left hand is raised, thumb and two fingers pinching the cigarette just behind its ember so it angles up from his lips. The ember is the only warm light near him and it lights what it faces: a thin ochre glow along the underside of his nose, the edge of his lower lip and the crease of the mask's top fold, and a faint stain of it on the knit at his chest; everywhere else the night is a flat cold blue from the city behind him, which spills a rim of pale cyan along his shoulder, the crown of his grey hair and the fence's top rail. A thin curl of smoke rises, bends in the rooftop's crosswind, thins out and disappears before it reaches the fence; it passes in front of a distant tower block and blurs its windows. The chain-link fence runs at a shallow diagonal behind him, its mesh close enough to be sharp at the right edge and softening into bokeh to the left, the skyline beyond reduced to a scatter of small square lights and unreadable signage. His cast shadow drops steeply to the lower right of frame, thrown by the low upward key. Palette held to cold blue-black night, the beige of the cardigan, the rust red of the polo and the single ember's ember-orange, nothing else admitted. Quiet, weary confidence.

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