Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
His lack of reaction is simultaneously anticipated and disappointing, but she sends him off behind the curtain with a wink. Deimos is far too accustomed to her antics to react to something so relatively mild from her. As if either of them has ever been insecure about their bodies, even if Hotaru weaponizes hers in a way he does not. Not that he's incapable if he so desired, he is a devastatingly handsome man, but of the two of them only the Valkyrie has ever seemed to flaunt and lure with something so basic as her body. Ironic, then, that they are both so similar at heart despite their different relationships with physicality. A burble of laughter escapes her when he emerges with his own creation clinging to his hips, shaking her head with a grin that she tries to stifle by biting her lip. She won't say anything, not so long as he still gets into the bath. What he wears isn't as important in the face of that.
Slipping in is as easy as breathing for her, having done it many times since the two of them carved it from the earth. As such she is awarded a perfect vantage point to watch him descend slowly, face contorted into a scowl as he tests the mud in a manner not unsimilar to a cat tapping water with its paw. Waiting is agony, but once he's settled he can't hide the slight relaxing of the lines at his eyes, the slope of his shoulders. His silence can't conceal his reaction, and Hotaru's grin is wide enough for her cheeks to ache. "See, it's not so bad. Though when I make the hot springs, I'm sure you'll be far more willing to visit those." Laughter bubbles under her tone, tilting her head back and sighing through her smile, relaxing deeper and stretching out her legs to toe the heated stones at the bottom. "Aisha and Morgan have both come here by now. Noah too. I'm collecting your ranks," she teases, one eye opening to peer at him with a cheeky grin. Now Deimos is part of her collection, and it's a sweet victory.
