The Onsen; Sunday Afternoon [03/19].

[sake_shinigami]

Most Sundays were excellent for a little trip down to the onsen for a nice, relaxing soak and a little not-so-covert sake, but Sundays after a weekend notorious for drinking and partying in vague cultural celebration where he'd gotten far too much mileage out of an absurd yet thematic green kimono were especially excellent. It was certainly a much better inspiration for a trip to the onsen than some of this other weekends, although he had, thankfully, not had to deal with one of those in a while now.

That might have caused someone else to feel maybe a little anxious and worried, that something big might just be lurking around the corner and waiting, but Shunsui wasn't build like that. And he'd been through enough in his multitude of years to know that the big stuff definitely did, eventually, rear its ugly head, but in the grand scheme of things, they were few and far between, and, usually, you couldn't really do much about them until they were there, anyway.

So he just settled in, relaxed, and enjoyed the peace and quiet of a chill Sunday afternoon in a nice hot spring, maybe thinking up some new poems that he'd forget entirely by the time he finished his current cup of sake.

[[ and an open onsen is, of course, open, for all your onsen needs. or whatever else you want, I'm not your boss, i just need to drag this guy out more ]]