Rub'a dub dub [OPEN]
Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo [wereberry] and any other person who might want a bath
Content: Ichigo gives up on dealing with his overall lack of hygenie and sneaks into Allupato's public bathhouse
Setting: Allupato's Public Bathhouse, men's side hot bath
Time: Evenning, during a peak traffic hour
Warnings: Nudity ahh!
While different from a Japanese bathhouse, the Italian style was pretty similar. There wasn't an area to scrub off before you got into the bath which struck Ichigo as mildly unsanitary but after he had considered his own state of filth he quickly got over it. After a solid hour of scrubbing he finally felt almost clean. He could tell his hair was orange and white instead of the brown it had been lately and his natural skin-tone was visible, which just proved to him that he wasn't as tan as he'd thought he was.
Now that he'd scrubbed it all away he'd decided to relax in the bath for a short time while he tried to untangle his knotted hair. Ichigo didn't think he'd be able to find a brush or anything so convenient in the bathhouse but his fingers seemed to do a well enough job on their own.
Ichigo didn't like how many people were in the bath with him, but to come at a less busy time would have been foolish. The last thing he wanted was to stand out, especially when he wasn't about to pay for the service. Being on the run for years kept him pretty on edge with all these unknown people crowded around him. None of them smelled all that threatening, but the steam in the room made it difficult to be certain.
Either way, he moved on to scrub his feet. Stupid things were filthy.
Content: Ichigo gives up on dealing with his overall lack of hygenie and sneaks into Allupato's public bathhouse
Setting: Allupato's Public Bathhouse, men's side hot bath
Time: Evenning, during a peak traffic hour
Warnings: Nudity ahh!
While different from a Japanese bathhouse, the Italian style was pretty similar. There wasn't an area to scrub off before you got into the bath which struck Ichigo as mildly unsanitary but after he had considered his own state of filth he quickly got over it. After a solid hour of scrubbing he finally felt almost clean. He could tell his hair was orange and white instead of the brown it had been lately and his natural skin-tone was visible, which just proved to him that he wasn't as tan as he'd thought he was.
Now that he'd scrubbed it all away he'd decided to relax in the bath for a short time while he tried to untangle his knotted hair. Ichigo didn't think he'd be able to find a brush or anything so convenient in the bathhouse but his fingers seemed to do a well enough job on their own.
Ichigo didn't like how many people were in the bath with him, but to come at a less busy time would have been foolish. The last thing he wanted was to stand out, especially when he wasn't about to pay for the service. Being on the run for years kept him pretty on edge with all these unknown people crowded around him. None of them smelled all that threatening, but the steam in the room made it difficult to be certain.
Either way, he moved on to scrub his feet. Stupid things were filthy.