[ Natsuno has never known his limits well. Not as a human and certainly not as a jinrou. He's the type to push and push until he literally can't go anymore, and he winds up face down in someone else's bed or on his back in a ravine. That's not going to change, especially right now.
There's a long groan as he's pressed further into the hold he started, that causes him to push back and create just the smallest amount of space between him and the wall. It might seem sudden given his insistence up to this point, but it becomes clear seconds later when his wings suddenly sprout from his back in a spray of water and steam. He lets himself get pressed into the wall again immediately after, an audible sigh of pleasure and relief despite his likely uncomfortable position. There's even a bubble of laughter that steals what little oxygen he has to spare.
Everything is a mess and he can't really move his wings like this as half submerged as they are, though he does try (he needs to touch with them too, wrap them up even tighter together). Now there's a mix of feathers in the onsen on top of everything else, but he hardly notices with how hot his blood is boiling. Have his limbs always felt so heavy and his tongue so clumsy? It has to be a side effect of the blood he still can't get enough of, and the black spots at the edge of his vision are clearly just feathers. ]
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There's a long groan as he's pressed further into the hold he started, that causes him to push back and create just the smallest amount of space between him and the wall. It might seem sudden given his insistence up to this point, but it becomes clear seconds later when his wings suddenly sprout from his back in a spray of water and steam. He lets himself get pressed into the wall again immediately after, an audible sigh of pleasure and relief despite his likely uncomfortable position. There's even a bubble of laughter that steals what little oxygen he has to spare.
Everything is a mess and he can't really move his wings like this as half submerged as they are, though he does try (he needs to touch with them too, wrap them up even tighter together). Now there's a mix of feathers in the onsen on top of everything else, but he hardly notices with how hot his blood is boiling. Have his limbs always felt so heavy and his tongue so clumsy? It has to be a side effect of the blood he still can't get enough of, and the black spots at the edge of his vision are clearly just feathers. ]