Hello! I've decided to test out my Yosuke and obtain an action sample, so feel free to jump in. :)
Response to this prompt!
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[It wasn't often that he got the chance for this kind of relaxation. And by 'wasn't often', Yosuke meant 'it never happens...ever'.
Steam rose around him in thick plumes while he leaned back against the wall of the bath, eyes just barely open against the heavy atmosphere. He could fall asleep right here; wouldn't even have to think about it. Honestly, it didn't seem like such a bad idea...
The last thing he felt before sleep blurred his consciousness was a bead of sweat traveling down his cheek, making its hypnotic little path down to his jaw, his neck, his-]
Huh!? [Yosuke jolted forward, steam-dampened hair sticking to his skin. He rubbed the pads of his fingers together and swore; he felt like a raisin.] Damnit...nice work, Hanamura.
[It would take him a while to wring out and Yosuke was eager to get the process started, dragging his blanched self out from the bath towards where he'd left his towel and sandals. The quicker he could get back to his room and into comfortable clothes, the better. I mean seriously, who woke up from a nap even more exhausted?
...Only while his sandals were still just as he'd left them (thrown on opposite sides of the changing area), his towel was missing. Yosuke had brought it from his room. He didn't even know if the bathing area had spare towels available. Which is really kinda stupid, considering they had a massive towel-thievery problem. Yosuke flushed and covered himself, still glancing around with futility to see if, maybe, his towel might just appear in a new spot. As an apology from the universe for hating him so much.
It didn't show up.
This day really couldn't get any better. At least he had the bath to himself for now, but it was a public one. Anyone could walk in and-]
This place is evil.
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[It wasn't often that he got the chance for this kind of relaxation. And by 'wasn't often', Yosuke meant 'it never happens...ever'.
Steam rose around him in thick plumes while he leaned back against the wall of the bath, eyes just barely open against the heavy atmosphere. He could fall asleep right here; wouldn't even have to think about it. Honestly, it didn't seem like such a bad idea...
The last thing he felt before sleep blurred his consciousness was a bead of sweat traveling down his cheek, making its hypnotic little path down to his jaw, his neck, his-]
Huh!? [Yosuke jolted forward, steam-dampened hair sticking to his skin. He rubbed the pads of his fingers together and swore; he felt like a raisin.] Damnit...nice work, Hanamura.
[It would take him a while to wring out and Yosuke was eager to get the process started, dragging his blanched self out from the bath towards where he'd left his towel and sandals. The quicker he could get back to his room and into comfortable clothes, the better. I mean seriously, who woke up from a nap even more exhausted?
...Only while his sandals were still just as he'd left them (thrown on opposite sides of the changing area), his towel was missing. Yosuke had brought it from his room. He didn't even know if the bathing area had spare towels available. Which is really kinda stupid, considering they had a massive towel-thievery problem. Yosuke flushed and covered himself, still glancing around with futility to see if, maybe, his towel might just appear in a new spot. As an apology from the universe for hating him so much.
It didn't show up.
This day really couldn't get any better. At least he had the bath to himself for now, but it was a public one. Anyone could walk in and-]
This place is evil.