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The Onsen, Sunday, Late Afternoon

Yeah, Sparkle hadn't even known that the onsen was a thing until just today, when he'd been out walking, skipping out on his Demon Marcus shift because, meh, he just hadn't felt like it. He'd stumbled across the place, and had finally gone inside to investigate, pausing with one foot in the door before turning right around to get a towel.

Because, come on. Like he could pass this up? Now he was up to his chest in hot water, wearing a pair of yellow swim trunks (because yellow) and loving the hell out of every minute of this. Why didn't he know about this place before? Now he was pretty sure he was just never going to ever leave.

Ever. Shit, sometimes Fandom actually did things right.

[Expecting one, but can be open!]

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Karina could agree with that. The onsen was in the running for the place she thought was the most tolerable on the island.

(Which wasn't really saying much, given her general opinion about the island, but she did like the onsen.)

"I'd ask how the water is," Karina said, dipping one toe into the water and then stepping down into it, "but your face kinda gives that away without asking."

She was wearing a hot pink bikini and had her hair tied up into a bun on the top of her head.

"S'niiiiiice."

Just in case she wanted an answer, anyway.

"Shit, can I never leave? I can play StuCo president from right here, I can probably, like, Skype in my cashier jobs, right? That's a thing people do? I don't think anybody would blame me."

"You might have a problem with payment," she noted, sinking down into the water with a sigh. "But I guess if that's a problem you're willing to face..."

"I can totally go with the honour system," Sparkle decided. "Trust people will actually pay what they're supposed to, that sort of thing."

Never mind that he wouldn't pay what he was supposed to, either, if he was left to his own devices in somebody else's store.

"That's a disaster in the making," Karina said, and laughed. "Not to mention you'd still need internet here and I'm not sure all the damp would be good for the electronics if you were seriously going to do everything remotely."

"Oh, go on, get all practical on me," Sparkle snorted. "I'm too relaxed to come up with good plans, you know. Right now I'm like... noodles. I am made of fucking noodles, and it's awesome."

Being coherent was one of those things that was up there with 'being practical' on the list of hard stuff to be, apparently.

"I'm always practical."

Which, well, given her career goals was definitely a good thing.

"Have you never been here before?"

"Not even once," Sparkle admitted. "I mean, I've, like, read notes about this place on the radio and shit, but I didn't know where it was, or even what it looked like on the inside, and today curiosity won out, and suddenly, boom. Here I am."

Soaked to the chest and content enough that falling asleep in the hot water was a very real concern he had.

"You're a regular, are you?"

She'd kick him awake if he looked like he was going to drown.

"I guess," Karina said. "I mean, I've ~~handwavily~~ been here before and it might be my favourite place on the island, but... regular is probably a bit much."

See? Proof she cared!

"How regular would you have to be in order to actually be considered a regular in a bathhouse, anyway? Like, every bath? Once a week? Enough that you know where the slippery tiles are on your way in?"

He was overthinking this. He was almost certainly overthinking this.

"Oh my god, shut up," Karina told him, though she said it with another laugh so, really, it was pretty clear that she didn't actually care. "I don't know. I never bothered to think about it."

"See, this is what happens when I get time to myself to get all introspective," Sparkle reported. "I start wondering shit like this. Or how many licks it takes to get to the middle of a Tootsie Roll Pop. Or what I'd do for a Klondike Bar. Or bark!"

... Um. No, that wasn't right. And suddenly the water was much, much deeper than it was supposed to be, and Sparkle was resorting to the dog paddle in order to keep his head above water. That was... also not right.

Well. Everything was terrible, then.

Karina stared. And stared.

Then, as Sparkle's yellow swim trunks floated by, she shook herself and reached over to pluck him out of the water.

"I didn't mean literally shut up," she informed him. "This is awful."

Sparkle had very big ears, and they were currently very waterlogged, and angled backwards just slightly, making him the very vision of a displeased dog.

He gave a little whine, as if to say, 'You're telling me?' and attempted to wiggle his way closer to her. Closer to her meant that he wasn't in the water, of which there was quite a bit, and he had very stubby legs indeed.

Life was hard when you were a Sparkle.

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She snorted.

"Yeah, yeah," Karina said, wading over to him. "I get it. I'd probably be grumpy in your case too."

No, she'd definitely be grumpy.

"I guess I'm stuck with you, huh?"

Sparkle could have answered that with a lick and a wag of his stump-tailed butt. But he still had some dignity left, hiding down deep. So he did neither. He simply barked what was probably meant to be something like a 'Please?'

And then he sneezed. There was water in his nose.

So much for dignity.

Yeah, she was picking him up there. Poor baby.

"And I guess I'm going to have to take care of your cat, huh?" she said, looking around for his trunks since Karina was pretty sure Sparkle would want those when he changed back. She doubted he had the money to just ditch clothes that easily. "You'd better have a key in the change room, or I'm going to break in."

Hopefully he didn't mind her stealing shit out of his room in the name of 'taking care of the animals'. What? It wasn't like Karina had the stuff needed to look after a cat. Or a dog, for that matter.

Normally, Sparkle would try to bust the teeth of anyone who tried to break into his room. Breaking and entering was his shtick, and he was bad at sharing. But, under the circumstances...

He whined again, and attempted to bury his nose in her shoulder, because ugh, how was this his life?

There was a key to his room in the change room, at least, with the rest of his clothes and his backpack, which followed him everywhere anyway. Hell, it was a wonder Velcro wasn't in there, too. Sparkle didn't tend to leave the dorms without half his life packed up in there, just in case.

Awwww. Awwww.

"Okay, fine," she said, snagging his swim trunks with one hand. "We'll get out of the water now. We probably should anyway, before management kicks us out."

Though, really, sudden acts of Fandom should get them a free pass.

"Let's go, hm?"

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