fandomtownies | The Onsen; Sunday Afternoon [03/19].

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 ]]

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What was it that drew Octavia here, today of all days? Hard to say. The town was quiet and you could take a boat person away from water but not keep her from finding other water, instead?

Something like that.

She turned up, was the point. Wearing a simple one-piece bathing suit - and then a faint apprehensive look on her face as she saw who was there already.

Anyone passing by or coming in would not be remiss in thinking maybe Shunsui had drifted off; it was sort of a good bet in most situations, and perhaps he actually did, but an eye cracked open as soon as he sensed someone else entering the space of the onsen. The other followed it very soon after, blinking a few times, as if to make sure the both of them weren't just trying to play a few tricks on him. And then a faint grin, followed by stating exactly the thing forefront on his mind.

"Octavia-chan. Well, isn't this a surprise ♥."

"I can still go," Octavia found herself saying.

Offer or threat?

Probably neither, but kind of sounded like both. The mildness worked like that, sometimes.

"Now why would anyone want that ♥?"

A teasing question, or a sincere one?

Probably both, especially as his hand was reaching for the jug just within arm's length.

"Especially when I have all this sake and no company."

"I don't want any sake."

That was --

That just felt like the right thing. Especially - somehow - since she'd chosen to keep moving forward, instead of turning back.

There was a light smile there, something faintly pleased, as that jug in his hand went to fill the cup that had already been in his other.

"And company?" he asked, with an inquiring lift of his brow.

Octavia just made a vague 'hmh' of a noise - as she came to a stop by the edge of the pool. There was a sizable black snake tattoo on her left leg that hadn't been there the last time they'd seen each other here.

And then both her legs were going in the water.

Shunsui responded with a soft, almost agreeing 'hmmm' of his own, and then just let the moment exist, let it settle just as she settled, maybe even stretch a bit, just as he stretched a bit after sipping his sake, draping his arms on the wall behind him and sinking down just a bit, closing his eyes again, with a small, grateful sigh.

"So," he then finally said, in a low sort of murmur, "Genki desu ka, Octavia-chan?"

And in that time, Octavia settled onto a spot not quite across from him, but maybe closer to that than to him, either way.

The water was nice and warm and soothing, all the same, even if she was finding it a little hard to focus on that, right now.

"Fine," she said. Following a script, more than anything. "You?"

"Ahh, genki da~," Shunsui drawled in response, clearly knowing nothing about scripts himself, really. "Arigato ♥. The Better now, of course. The peace and quiet is lovely, of course, but you know I always find the company of a beautiful woman to be much lovelier ♥. Been thinking of some poetry...."

"Have you."

That should have sounded like a question, instead of... flat like that. Maybe she'd get there?

Another soft hum of confirmation, and a nod. "I have," Shunsui said. "Tell me, Octavia-chan, which do think works better? A torrent of rain, or a deluge?"

"Works better for what?"

Ah, there it was. A question-sounding question.

"They're two different things."

See, now, that didn't take very long at all, now, did it?

Shunsui's head tilted, and an eye cracked open to glance at her from that very across-the-way spot. "So ka ♥?" he asked. "In what way?"

"Rain is rain," Octavia replied, raising her eyebrows a little, almost despite herself. "A deluge is... bigger."

"It might be," Shunsui mused, "an awful lot of rain. How big would it have to be, to constitute as a deluge....in your opinion?"

"Big enough to drown someone."

Cheery, Tavi, thank you.

"Mmmmm." Another long, thoughtful hum. "Then deluge it is."

Shunsui smiled, lazy, lopsided, pushing up out of the water enough to make the trip of his sake cup to his lips a little shorter. "I was worried it might be a bit...hyperbolic, but now I' thinking it'll be just right."

Octavia watched him, her expression impassive in that way that rarely went deeper than the surface.

(She didn't know how anyone was supposed to not watch him.)

"I assume it's gonna be a metaphor," she rasped.

"Well, I should certainly hope so ♥!" Shunsui remarked, with a faint chuckle and a broadening grin, though anyone paying particularly close attention (not that anyone would be, of course) might notice a slight...hitch in it. "It would be a terribly dreary and depressing poem if it wasn't."

"I wouldn't know." About dreary and depressing, yes, but not about poems. "Not really my thing, poetry."

"There are many people who would say the same about me, Octavia-chan," Shunsui informed her, dropping his tone almost conspiratorially, "but I've never let that stop me ♥."

"If you do it, then it's your thing," Octavia retorted. "I don't see where 'many people' come into it, anyway."

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