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AI art "毎月25日はプリンの日" featuring #wielokolorowe włosy, #krótkie kucyki, #Uśmiech, #podwinięte rękawy, #budyń, #Szkło, #łyżka and #stół
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毎月25日はプリンの日

#wielokolorowe włosy#krótkie kucyki#Uśmiech#podwinięte rękawy#budyń#Szkło#łyżka#stół
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character: sugaya_sousuke, copyright: ansatsu_kyoushitsu 1boy, solo, sugaya sousuke, male high school student, sitting, seated on chair, chair, at table, table, plate on table, pudding on plate, purin, custard pudding, caramel sauce, holding spoon, spoon in one hand, eating, spoon lifted toward mouth, black hair, short hair, blonde hair streaks, green hair streaks, orange hair highlights, short twintails, uneven twintails, brown eyes, collared shirt, long sleeves, buttons, indoor, home living room, living room interior, sofa, low table, window, curtains, afternoon, warm light, from side, profile, cowboy shot, looking at pudding, light smile, closed mouth, tag run anchors held, seen from the side in a three-quarter profile, a lone teenage boy sits at the near side of a low wooden living-room table, angled so the camera looks across the table's corner toward him; his chair is pulled a little out from the table, its back rail crossing behind his shoulder blades. His black hair is gathered into two short, uneven twintails that stick out low behind his ears, a few loose strands sweeping his temple, and blunt bangs sit just above his brows; the side view catches the pale streaks running through the tail on the camera side. He wears a collared shirt with long sleeves rolled once at the cuff and a row of small buttons down the front, the collar open and easy, the fabric creasing at the elbow where his forearm rests above the table edge. His weight has shifted onto the right hip, his torso leaning slightly forward and turned a touch toward the table, left shoulder dropped. His left hand rests flat on the tabletop beside the plate, fingertips spread and the palm pressing a faint shine into the wood, while his right hand — elbow on the table, forearm raised — holds a small spoon by the handle, the bowl heaped with a wobbling scoop of pudding lifted a hand's width under his chin. The spoon handle passes between thumb and forefinger, the other fingers curled lightly beneath it. His head tips down toward the spoon, lids lowered, a small closed-lip smile curving up on the camera side, one brow slightly raised as though he is enjoying the smell before the bite. On the plate before him sits the pudding: a pale golden dome tipped with a glossy cap of caramel that has run down one flank and pooled in a thin amber ring at the base, its surface trembling into a soft reflection of the window. The plate is white with a thin blue rim, set off-center on the table; beside it a small fork and a folded napkin lie untouched, and the pudding has already lost a clean wedge-shaped scoop where the spoon came away, the cut face glistening and slightly slumped. A glass of water stands back from the plate, its condensation ring wetting the wood. The room around him is an ordinary lived-in living room: a sofa in soft focus behind his chair, a curtained window at frame left spilling late afternoon daylight in from that direction, so the light strikes the left of his face and the pudding's lit side and leaves his right cheek, the back of the chair and the far corner of the room in warm dimness. A short soft shadow of the chair and his legs falls away to the right across the floorboards, and the spoon catches a white highlight along its upper edge while its underside reflects the table's brown. Muted warm palette of honeyed wood, cream walls, and the pudding's pale gold and amber. The camera sits low at table height, close enough that the foreground plate anchors the bottom of the frame and the pudding's tray edge is bigger than his eye, while the room recedes shallowly to the sofa. Quiet, unhurried, contented.
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暗殺教室の菅谷創介が自宅のリビングでスイーツのプリンを食べる。片手にスプーンを持つ。椅子に座る。男子高校生。テーブルの上にお皿。お皿の上にプリン。
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