Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
There's no doubt he could drag her bodily from the spa if he desired, strength heedless in the face of her diminutive size. It makes it all the more endearing then that he lets her drag her forth towards his 'inevitable demise'. Completely unaware of the mischievousness that takes hold inside of him, the fate that awaits her as recompense for offering him company. Blindly faithful, she leads him into the shower area with its curtained partitions. That's when he asks the best question.Turning, she squeezes his hand and her own mischief rises like a tidal wave in her chest. "Get naked Deimos," she chirps innocently, eyes flitting over him from head to toe expectantly. Waiting, brow rising, rocking back on her heels with a sneaky smirk overtaking her lips as if daring him to start stripping right then and there. Breaking moments later, she laughs and pushes him towards a shower. "I have various sizes of shorts to wear if you'd like, but you really will need to strip down and shower. Some people go in naked, but only the bold ones, and usually alone." Amusement curling on her mouth, she releases his hand and waves it gracefully towards the separated sizes. It may not be much more coverage compared to nakedness, but it's something. Laundry is simply another part of her tasks to keep the spa running.
"Keep your towel, bring it with you into the room so you can use it when you get out." And with that, she shamelessly pulls her shirt off, sending Deimos a wink before dropping it into the cloth basket and stepping into her own shower stall to begin removing the rest of her clothes. A brief rinse is all she needs, and then she's putting on her own bikini-like undergarment for the bath and emerging with her towel draped over her damp hair. She waits only long enough to ensure Deimos hasn't taken the chance to run, waiting for him to emerge in order to shepherd him towards the mud room they'd made together.
"Now this is the easy part - get in and sit. Simple, right?" Grinning cheekily, she hangs up her towel and slips into the mud herself, stepping down the stone steps they'd created and finding a seat along the smooth bench by feeling alone. Then she turns and gives Deimos an expectant look, stifling her eager anticipation to see his initial reactions.
