[It's definitely too hot in the onsen to be doing stuff like embracing, but it's fine. They're fine.

And Anon is going to go further, anyway -- Natsuno's grumbling softens his expression even more and then he just reels him in for a kiss, all impulse and heat and with his mocking grin for the Witch still firmly in place. The real problem here is that angry Natsuno and sullen Natsuno are just about as kissable as murderous Natsuno and gentle Natsuno. Essentially, he just wants to kiss Natsuno all the time for existing, sue him. He already said this out loud.

It looks like the onsen isn't going to escape them being themselves, either.

Eventually he pulls back, half of that grin still plastered on there because he can't help himself, can he.]

Of course you wouldn't. He wanted you to sell your soul for something that you could get just about anywhere else. That's not even a fair price.

[Judging by the look in his eyes, though, he's aware it's more than that, too. Natsuno gets another kiss, quick and light, just because.]

It's not fair for where we come from, or where we're going, or anything. Watanuki really doesn't understand.

[He's not just talking about the Foundation here, but like. Seriously.]