[It's certainly been somehow an exciting week, even if all the excitement has been on-screen -- Anon is pretty sure this is what watching a sporting event would look like, even if he absolutely prefers to be in the middle of the action -- and with their influx of new residents in the noodle dream wonderland, it's no wonder they haven't gotten around to completely exploring any additions to the place.

There are all kinds of other distractions taking up his time these days, anyway. Somehow time has flown by almost as quickly as the island and the mansion themselves have dissolved. Rather like in a dream, actually.

There's always a softer quality about the place, but especially so later at night when most others are asleep or retired, dreaming in the dream; and he and Natsuno are usually still up, because he's starting to become a little nocturnal at this point. Whoops. The hot springs etiquette that Natsuno and presumably Watanuki follows isn't quite the same as the Underworld, of course, but there are commonalities, because that's how baths work. Anon follows Natsuno's lead at his usual easy pace, and finally seats himself in the onsen with a happy sigh, hair mostly gathered in a towel with some wisps escaping and curling down his neck. He has a lot of hair, okay.]

He wouldn't! This is technically his dream and his onsen, anyway. Besides, I'm sure he secretly wanted one too, he just needed somebody to be creative first.

[He's been mostly good, and the water is tempting, so at this point he slides down just a bit and blows some bubbles.]