Because the curtains in Luna's room had all been drawn, it was still pitch-dark. Allen had just stepped out of the shadows when he felt soft fabric underfoot. A speck of blue fluorescence rose in the darkness, and by that light, Allen looked down and saw that it was one of Luna's short, tight-fitting camisoles. As if he had been burned, he hurriedly lifted his foot away, then bent to pick it up. Before he could straighten, with the help of that faint glow, he saw clothes scattered all over the floor.
Inside Luna's room, all kinds of underwear lay strewn haphazardly across the floor, and two black cotton socks hung over the back of a chair. Allen bent over and helplessly glanced at Luna, who was asleep on the bed in a starfish sprawl. He sighed softly, straightened up, looked around, and immediately sighed again. Then he thought of the line Fleur's mother loved saying to her father and muttered to himself, "This is truly heartbreaking."
After saying it out loud, Allen found that he did feel a little better. He took a storage bag from the room's cabinet, quietly picked up a long dress from the floor, and tossed it in. Then he walked a few steps and stopped in front of a pair of cotton panties. Extending two fingers, he pinched one corner of its strap, lifted it up, and with a whoosh, threw it into the storage bag as well...
Once he had cleaned the room, Allen walked back to Luna's bedside. Her slightly mussed pale-blond hair had a strand stuck to the side of her cheek. Her usually pale complexion was faintly pink from deep sleep, and beneath her light brows, her long, curled lashes seemed to tremble softly with each breath.
Luna's silver, protuberant