The Onsen, Sunday, Late Afternoon

[myownface]

Yeah, Sparkle hadn't even known that the onsen was a thing until just today, when he'd been out walking, skipping out on his Demon Marcus shift because, meh, he just hadn't felt like it. He'd stumbled across the place, and had finally gone inside to investigate, pausing with one foot in the door before turning right around to get a towel

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[notacokeperson]

Karina could agree with that. The onsen was in the running for the place she thought was the most tolerable on the island.

(Which wasn't really saying much, given her general opinion about the island, but she did like the onsen.)

"I'd ask how the water is," Karina said, dipping one toe into the water and then stepping down into it, "but your face kinda gives that away without asking."

She was wearing a hot pink bikini and had her hair tied up into a bun on the top of her head.

[myownface]

"S'niiiiiice."

Just in case she wanted an answer, anyway.

"Shit, can I never leave? I can play StuCo president from right here, I can probably, like, Skype in my cashier jobs, right? That's a thing people do? I don't think anybody would blame me."

[notacokeperson]

"You might have a problem with payment," she noted, sinking down into the water with a sigh. "But I guess if that's a problem you're willing to face..."

[myownface]

"I can totally go with the honour system," Sparkle decided. "Trust people will actually pay what they're supposed to, that sort of thing."

Never mind that he wouldn't pay what he was supposed to, either, if he was left to his own devices in somebody else's store.