MellowYellow
Pulsar
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
Damnit all... how did he get roped into this?
Toshiro sighed as he closed up the locker before him, safely locking his signature robes until he could retrieve them later. This onsen was a bit of a fixture and had been used by Soul Society for many generations, but in all his time here the short silver-haired captain had rarely made use of the services here. He was a man more concerned with work, but that policy was what landed him in this current situation.
Momo was always concerned for him, and while he was glad for the concern Toshiro didn't want her to reel him into something as frivalous as this. But her and Rangiku could be a dangerous combination, and together they'd worked to strongarm him into being here. Apparently trips like these were common among female Shinigami... didn't explain why he absolutely had to come by on this trip.
He looked down his short and slender frame, down to the two towels wrapped about him from the waist down. It was embarrassing, having to wear one on top of the other with the latter reaching down lower, but the towels here were rather... modest. And while Toshiro was short in height, he was quite large in other respects that he didn't want to flash around. It was poor covering, but it would have to suffice for now.
Sighing, he made his way from the changing area, rounding a corner until he reached the steaming expanse of the springs. Toshiro walked along a smooth path of damp stones, the humidity steadily making his hair fall, until he sank into the water and breathed out in relief. All he had to do was go along with this nonsense for a little while, and he'd be back to work in no time...
Toshiro sighed as he closed up the locker before him, safely locking his signature robes until he could retrieve them later. This onsen was a bit of a fixture and had been used by Soul Society for many generations, but in all his time here the short silver-haired captain had rarely made use of the services here. He was a man more concerned with work, but that policy was what landed him in this current situation.
Momo was always concerned for him, and while he was glad for the concern Toshiro didn't want her to reel him into something as frivalous as this. But her and Rangiku could be a dangerous combination, and together they'd worked to strongarm him into being here. Apparently trips like these were common among female Shinigami... didn't explain why he absolutely had to come by on this trip.
He looked down his short and slender frame, down to the two towels wrapped about him from the waist down. It was embarrassing, having to wear one on top of the other with the latter reaching down lower, but the towels here were rather... modest. And while Toshiro was short in height, he was quite large in other respects that he didn't want to flash around. It was poor covering, but it would have to suffice for now.
Sighing, he made his way from the changing area, rounding a corner until he reached the steaming expanse of the springs. Toshiro walked along a smooth path of damp stones, the humidity steadily making his hair fall, until he sank into the water and breathed out in relief. All he had to do was go along with this nonsense for a little while, and he'd be back to work in no time...