Hotaru
Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold
In contrast, Hotaru has had no time for her mind to wander or play on fantasies and girlish fancies. Oh she has wanted to, but for once her overwork-mentality conspires against her with how the end of the previous season had become unexpectedly busy. The traumatic visit to the Feverlands, rekindling her friendship with Sunjata, Flora's visit to the spa, the ongoing work on the springs - Hotaru had found herself with hands utterly full, so when George's letter had arrived she'd been sincerely surprised. Pleased, of course, but still surprised.
Concocting a fitting afternoon for a date had taken a bit more planning given she doesn't exactly go on dates, but c'est la vie. What matters is she has a plan now, and is sitting pretty in the back room that had once been her miniature apartment when George arrives. The receptionist titters and flushes at George's charm, and hastily excuses herself to fetch the Valkyrie, who looks up from her notebook and stands gracefully with a smile before explanations can fully form.
Striding out, the receptionist returns to her desk and watches conspicuously as Hotaru grabs one of George's hands boldly and leans up on her toes to kiss his cheek, just shy of the edge of his mouth. "I'm glad to see you're properly outfitted," she praises, something catlike gleaming in her eyes as she smirks. "Though you won't be wearing it for long." Intentionally wording it as something sultry when indeed it is not, Hotaru pulls him past the desk with their connected hands and sweeps him towards the changing rooms. Unisex, but with individual stalls and floor-to-ceiling walls for privacy. "There are clean shorts in all sizes, go ahead and change and put your clothes in the cubbies over there. I'll meet you there." And with a wink she's gone, disappearing into her own stall and giving him no time to linger in her presence.
Not until she is changed into a bikini (her own, instead of the spa-supplied ones which are always one-piece) and standing barefoot by the cubbies - where he'll be able to see the mudbath from.
Concocting a fitting afternoon for a date had taken a bit more planning given she doesn't exactly go on dates, but c'est la vie. What matters is she has a plan now, and is sitting pretty in the back room that had once been her miniature apartment when George arrives. The receptionist titters and flushes at George's charm, and hastily excuses herself to fetch the Valkyrie, who looks up from her notebook and stands gracefully with a smile before explanations can fully form.
Striding out, the receptionist returns to her desk and watches conspicuously as Hotaru grabs one of George's hands boldly and leans up on her toes to kiss his cheek, just shy of the edge of his mouth. "I'm glad to see you're properly outfitted," she praises, something catlike gleaming in her eyes as she smirks. "Though you won't be wearing it for long." Intentionally wording it as something sultry when indeed it is not, Hotaru pulls him past the desk with their connected hands and sweeps him towards the changing rooms. Unisex, but with individual stalls and floor-to-ceiling walls for privacy. "There are clean shorts in all sizes, go ahead and change and put your clothes in the cubbies over there. I'll meet you there." And with a wink she's gone, disappearing into her own stall and giving him no time to linger in her presence.
Not until she is changed into a bikini (her own, instead of the spa-supplied ones which are always one-piece) and standing barefoot by the cubbies - where he'll be able to see the mudbath from.
Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time
