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At The Onsen
The only sound in the steamy onsen was the water streaming from the fountain, coupled with the soft sound of bamboo making contact with rock. Of the many things Mercury enjoyed, this seemed to be farthest off her list: hot, steamy, and very un-Mercury. But yet she found herself drawn to it, perhaps like a moth to a flame. It reminded her of Mars' own hot springs, though those were too hot, even for her. But these? The Japanese had truly made an art form of them, and even the soldier of ice and intellect found pleasure in the activity.
Bottle of sake with matching cup sat on a floating tray, Mercury taking a sip, head slowly tilting back as she downed the drink. Her cheeks may have been a wee bit flushed, but she was still aware enough to defend herself if need be. Slender form was wrapped in a towel, shoulders poking up over the water. Resting her head back, she set her cup down on the tray, enjoying the soak, for now.
Bottle of sake with matching cup sat on a floating tray, Mercury taking a sip, head slowly tilting back as she downed the drink. Her cheeks may have been a wee bit flushed, but she was still aware enough to defend herself if need be. Slender form was wrapped in a towel, shoulders poking up over the water. Resting her head back, she set her cup down on the tray, enjoying the soak, for now.