[ There's some shifting in the water at Anon's cheekiness, but no reply from Natsuno for once. He might seem like he's very intent on just staring at this wall, but a few beats later with a long huff he stands up and starts to shake his wings out. His cheeks have some residual red to them but he's no longer as bright as a stop sign, so it's progress.
He takes a few more seconds staring at the absolute wreck of the onsen with its many feathers, ceiling bits, and escaped towels before trudging out. Laboriously (but without really making an effort to cover up, it's kinda a moot point while he's up) he makes his way over to the grinning infernal and plops down with a sigh. Crossed legged seems like a good idea, though he has a half wing screen going on, chin resting in his palm. ]
's not cold. [ He is totally sulking here, and still somewhat mashing his words together but the effort is what counts probably. Using his other hand to straighten out a feather and mumbling in that direction. ]
no subject
He takes a few more seconds staring at the absolute wreck of the onsen with its many feathers, ceiling bits, and escaped towels before trudging out. Laboriously (but without really making an effort to cover up, it's kinda a moot point while he's up) he makes his way over to the grinning infernal and plops down with a sigh. Crossed legged seems like a good idea, though he has a half wing screen going on, chin resting in his palm. ]
's not cold. [ He is totally sulking here, and still somewhat mashing his words together but the effort is what counts probably. Using his other hand to straighten out a feather and mumbling in that direction. ]
But I bit you.