Thread: The Charming Depths Hotspring

Azazel got off the taxi van, this one that had taken him from the train station to this inn and hot springs was much more enjoyable and less crowded than the tax that had taken him from the airport to the train station. He crouched as he lowered his head, his body slowly exiting the vehicle. He didn't dislike or like the small vehicles, but he was not used to the lack of space. Using his left hand he raised it above him and palmed the door frame as he slid the door open with his right hand. The driver was hurriedly trying to exit before him to open the door, taken in surprise by this sudden exit. Azazel placed one foot on the ground while the other remained in the vehicle as he shifted his body out of the car. With his hand and foot still on and in the car respectively, he now stood awkwardly in between both outside and the car as his gaze was fixed behind dark, reflective sunglasses on the inn in front of him. It was old, or at least made to look old and somewhat historic. The driver was now scurrying around the back of the vehicle, opening the truck as Azazel slowly finished exiting the vehicle, his gaze unfaltering from the entrance to the Inn. He angled his body to face forward and with his vision rather than angled elsewhere, his hands rested at his sides and began to slide into his short's pockets and under his shirt. Azazel was dressed like a tourist, and for good reason. He had a large button-up shirt that one could qualify as barely loose fit, rolled up at the sleeves and exposing his toned arms. On his right wrist above his hand were nineteen black beads kept on a small black rope and tied down. Above his left hand was an Invigorate watch, an authentic genuine Zolex replica that was waterproofed and automatic, with a nice polished steel finish. His shirt was very bland in comparison to the rest of his clothes, being a faded yellow color its only compliment was the white T-shirt underneath it that had a fairly tattered collar where it met the neck. Azazel's pants fell under the jorts category, they were long and made of a faded, light-blue denim that were lighter around the thigh area in front and back. This was some kind of fashion choice, but it didn't make the clothes more desirable to Azazel, their comfort, mobility, flexibility ensured his endorsement. Lastly he was wearing Adios socks and shoes, the socks were short, barely poking above the shoes. The shoes themselves were the most new looking piece of clothing on his person, a brand new pair of running shoes that were a sleek black with white accents, barely worn. The driver cleared his throat. Azazel didn't flinch or look at him as he pulled out his worn leather wallet out from his front right pocket. He opened it with both hands, bringing it up to his abdomen as he pulled out multiple colored bills and handing it to the driver without looking. Just set it down, please. He said in flawless Japanese, almost as if he was native to the language. The driver set down his small-medium suitcase gently, and reached out with a bow to accept the money. He began to walk away around the back of his van and away from Azazel when he began to count his money. He stopped and turned around. Uh, Sir? He asked. It's correct, keep the rest as a tip. Azazel said as he put the wallet back into his pocket and his other hand into its respective pocket. It's too much. No, it isnt. And if anyone asks The driver nodded, and began to walk away. He got to the other side of his car and pulled over his seat belt as he started the car. The driver was about to drive away when he rolled down the passenger window. Oh yeah, the special item you requested I pick up is in your suitcase. Call me if you need anything else sir! He said with genuine enthusiasm. Azazel still stood there, saying nothing. The driver waited, then awkwardly rolled the window back up and began to slowly drive off, leaving Azazel standing in the road in front of the Inn. Azazel cleared his throat, and bent at the waist and knees to pick up the suitcase in his right hand. Standing straight and with suitcase in hand he remained stationary for a few more seconds. Charming Depths, huh? He wandered aloud. Cute. He said to himself, and began walking towards the front doors. After making his way from the road and through the path leading to the entrance, he slid the front doors open and found himself in the entry way. There he found an empty desk with no employee sitting--well, standing--behind it. He turned around and slid the door behind him shut effortlessly. Turning back around he walked to the desk and stood there with his suitcase still clenched in his hand. Azazel reached up to his face with his free left hand and pulled off the mirrored sunglasses, pressing one arm to his face as he folded it down and pushed the other one against his chest as he rested the sunglasses by the joint on the collar of his shirt. Azazel began looking around the establishment, admiring the architecture and the environment. He looked back at the desk and noticed that it had a bell waiting there. He looked around, turning his head left and right before resigning to the bell. Raising his free left hand he lightly tapped the bell a few times. It let out a pleasant chime, a welcome departure from the push-bell at most western inns and establishments. Cool He said in the local tongue, and hit it one more time, Hope my reservation came through. he mused aloud, not worried given that he had the cash to take care of the situation should it be otherwise.