Iroha Sakayori shivered his hand when he twisted the last screw into the dent inside his ankle.
The screwdriver slips out and draws a tiny white mark on the surface of the imitating skin. She's all frozen and her breath stopped. The tracks were less than half a millimetre wide and were shallowly applied to the skin texture on the outside of the ankle. The coloured leaves were moved from the workbox to the lowest stage, blowing into the tracks for a few seconds. The memory polymers slowly bounce back, the white marks get lighter, and finally they are completely recovered.
She turned off the hot wind gun, threw a long breath and walked to the operating table and started the body in an orderly manner.
"Colour leaves." The sound on the side with a canary.
Yachiyo lies on a decomposition chair. The entanglement covers the whole of the imitation skin, from toes to hairlines, and the skin is extremely light, with almost the same cold light under the sun. A blonde slides down from his shoulder, his hair is soft and the light is warm.
"How does it feel?" The colour leaves turned towards Yachiyo.
Yachiyo sits up and looks at his left foot, and his toes spread out and converge. Blonde down, covering half the face.
"I can feel little toes."
"You don't feel small toes." The leaf went over, crouched down, held her ankle. The palm is a soft, warm and flexible touch, and the light-colored skin is hidden under the skin of a very light skin.
"is the end point of the third array of the tactile sensor. The position roughly corresponds to the area of the little toe, but, technically, it's...
Yachiyo is crooked.
"...it's a little toe." And the leaf changed, and the voice down, "You're right."
Yachiyo smiled very carefully and her smile was too bright under the sun. She bends down and puts her face in front of the coloured leaves, and her nostrils almost touch the tip of her nose.
The coloured leaves were caught in such sudden proximity, and her ears were quickly hotened, which was fast, leaning up from the ears and then climbing to the side of the face.
"The colour leaves, your ears are red."
"That's hot."
"The Colour Leave."
"Hmm."
"Thank you."
The three words are very light, very slow, and they are completely different from the kind of playful tone.
The coloured leaves lie in front of the decomposition chair, holding Yachiyo's ankle in his hand, and the temperature in his palm is steady and stubbornly transmitted.
On the night of the month, she held Yachiyo on numerous occasions, each passing through her arm with no temperature data. She used to bury her face in Yachiyo ' s shoulder in her monthly apartment, close her eyes and pretend to feel something, that there would be blood and flesh on that shoulder.
Now she has an ankle in her palm. There's little toes.
"You're welcome." The leaf stood up, rubbed its cheek with a sleeve, pretended to be sweating, and Yachiyo smiled and didn't speak.
"The outer casings are all sealed and the interface of the taste module is calibrated. You can use your full touch and taste tonight."
"I want to try to walk."
“... three steps.”
"Five steps." Yachiyo bargained.
“Four steps. I'll turn you off.
Yachiyo got off the debug chair. The balancing system of the body had not yet been fully calibrated, and she had taken the first step in a clear right-hand shift, and the colour of the leaf had reached for her waist.
Under the palm is a warm, soft touch, and a slight resistance from the muscle layer can be felt when the finger is pressed. Yachiyo leaned towards the weight of the whole person and left his chin on the shoulder of the coloured leaf.
"The leaves are so warm." She said with the ears of the leaves.
Color leaves are frozen. The body's weight is almost the same as that simulated in the light of the moon, but it has a very different sense of texture, a real sense of oppression and a slight adjustment driven by muscle memory when the weight shift. Yachiyo was not breathing, and the body did not need to breathe, but the coloured leaf could feel her chest cavity close to her chest, which was a silent, soft, hand-covered skin by a micrometre of her own, and which was being transmitted from her clothes to a steady heat.
"walking." The sound of the leaf is like a string to the limit.
"I'm walking." Yachiyo took another step, and the whole man was hanging on a leaf, and his knee bended so thinly, "Look, I'm walking."
"It's called hanging."
"Hanging around and walking."
The colour leaves are not refuted. She's halfway through the "four steps" — actually, seven steps. Two people slid to the ground. Yachiyo was on top of her, she was covered in blonde hair, and her toes were still moving in the air, probably confirming the presence of the toes. The colour leaves felt her weight on her body slightly adjusted, and Yachiyo probably felt friction between T-shirt fabric and imitating skin.
"The Colour Leave."
"Now what?"
"I want to sleep with the leaves tonight."
“……”
"It was possible."
The coloured leaves were overheaded, avoiding Yachiyo ' s near-foot look. The philosophies' eyes can see extremely fine textures in the iris at close range, and the colour leaves make three layers of chromosomal deposition in the imitation eyeball, the outermost of which is the very shallow amber colour, which is so bright on that white face. Yachiyo looked at her with these eyes. The colored leaf has a tight throat.
"The bed is small." She said.
“I also used to sleep in the bed of coloured leaves in my sights on the night of the month. "Yachiyo has a good sense, "and while the bed is fake, the logic is the same."
“No logic ...”
"The Colour Leave."
Yachiyo's lips have her earlines. Her lips were soft, warm and humid, with 36:2 degrees.
The colored leaf's breathing stopped half-shot.
"Tonight." Yachiyo said, "The sound is almost as low as the abdomen, "I want to sleep with the leaves. Just sleep. I want to know what color leaves look like when they fall asleep. In the month reading, I can't see after the colour leaves go down. I waited 8,000 years for a night to close my eyes with you."
Color leaves buried their faces in Yachiyo's shoulder. Blonde on her face, soft.
Not knowing how long it was buried, the colour leaves stood up and reached out to Yachiyo.
"Go home."
Yachiyo held her hand. Her imitating skin's fingers were softly and hotly attached to her palms, and it was not loose.
"The hand of the colour leaves is so small."
"You have big hands."
"The coloured leaves are so soft."
“……”
"Colour leaves -"
"If you talk again, I'll lower the priority of your taste module."
Yachiyo shut up, but the coloured leaves felt the hand holding themselves squeezing a little quietly and carefully.
That night they really just slept. The coloured bed was small, and Yachiyo had to cross the side and put his forehead on the back of the leaf. The body does not need to be turned over, does not need to be repositioned, and Yachiyo lies in peace and quiet, one arm on the side of the coloured leaf. The palms covered by the imitating skin were warm and soft with the radians on her waist, with a slight tweaking of her fingers and a light tip on her pyjamas.
The leaves woke up once in the middle of the night, and leaned back with a stupendous, warm chest on their backs. Yachiyo's blond hair stomped on her back neck, soft as feathers.
She remembered that her hands were shaking too hard to hold the glass when she turned the paper on the biopsychoneurological interface in the library. She remembers the days when she embraces Yachiyo in her monthly reading and her arms pass through the light, every night, every night.
The temperature in the back has not changed.
Colour leaves close their eyes again.
