Thread: The Charming Depths Hotspring

Viktoff Samson said Garrett's eyes remained on her's after the quarky way he moved her hair out of them. I'm glad at least someone knows about my singing career. And she's cute too. He spoke of her without directly addressing her with 'you' or by her name. While he did it by habbit, he always wondered if women would find such a thing to be somehow more personal and inviting. It seemed counter-intuitive, but it wouldn't be the first time the genders worked totally differently. It might not even be a gender thing. Either way, he hoped she'd find anything interesting in the way he spoke, something other than his career to hang onto and find enjoyable. Family can be a big plus, sometimes. And it doesn't matter how you got the job. Look at where we are, who we are, and what we're doing. Lawyers and Doctors only get this on vacations. He bit back a small dorky chuckle, effectively nullifying it to keep his lips in the shape of his charming grin. He grew closer as she asked for more details about the fight. His leg brushing her's as their sides came together, but he still partially faced her. I kissed our band's singer. She's dating someone else in the band and he punched me. That's how that went. Click to expand... Hana felt Garret's leg brushed her own as he moved closer. She thought he was going to kiss her in that moment. But instead he explained the rest of the story. To her his voice sounded distant compared to the pounding of her own heart in her ears. Well Garret, no one is going to punch you if you kiss me. I promise, said Hana. She then leaned in a little closer hoping he would takre the prompt. Hisako-K said Azazel had no choice but to watch as Yori had shaken herself for him to see, He made a strange sound as he stopped breathing, but had inhaled enough that his chest was full of air. It escaped him at a small tone, making something that sounded like a hybrid between a wheeze and a groan. He then heard Yori speak in English, and the sound stopped as his entire body froze, he was even sure his heart had stopped. He felt all the color in his body drain as he was found out, he would have to use another language when he wanted to vocalize thoughts that couldn't stay locked in his head but were too inappropriate for others to hear. Oh...Yori-San He finally said, some color returning to him as he felt his body begin to pulse again. She continued walking, but he did not. He was still frozen in his embarrassment, and would have continued to do so if his bag had not begun to slip. The bag in his right hand had begun to slip from his weakening grip of his fingers, and it had left the clutch of the fingertips for only a second before he snapped to attention and crouched rapidly, turning his body towards the bag as his right hand snatched it from the air and secured it against his side. He stood back up, regaining composure and posture as he shrugged off whatever imaginary burden he was now holding. He shook his head, and looked back up at Yori, grunting quietly as he continued to walk behind her. They had arrived at a door, Yori having opened the door and handing him the keycard that opened it. He took it with his dominant left hand after shrugging the bag out of his hand and into his elbow crease inside his arm. He nodded his head in thanks as he quickly looked into the beautifully decorated and furnished room, a relaxed sigh escaping his lips as his shoulders sunk a little, taking in the room in all of its glory. Yori had begun explaining to him the standards of hospitality, and he slowly turned his head reluctantly from the room to her, forgetting that she was better to look at than the room. He had heard every word she had said, and he wasn't confused at all, just unsure of what to do now. Oh, the kitchen? He said, returning to Japanese and sounding disappointed, he knew that he would eventually order food or visit the restaurant--did they have a restaurant? His face twisted away as he looked up to ponder this thought, he shook his head and returned back to looking at Yori, looking interestedly into her eyes. Well, that's He paused, Going to the front desk isn't going to be nearly as interesting if you're not there. I should consider myself blessed for being lucky enough to meet you tonight. He looked disappointed, but really he was sad. He was sure he would be asking for lots from the front desk, and now it wouldn't be the gorgeous Yori. Not even a half hour into his vacation and he was already given bad news. Well, I guess I'll see you around? He said, shrugging. He bowed slightly, even keeping his head low but not breaking eye contact. Thank you, Yori-San. He straightened his posture, I appreciate everything you've done for me, I'll talk to whoever should be at the front desk over the phone later. He stood there in the doorway, waiting for her to say something, he didn't want to walk away from her yet. Oh right, He began, and he reached into the room and lightly put down the bag in his left elbow, followed by the bag from his right hand. After placing both bags in the room he got his wallet ready and drew out some colorful bills with his index fingers and thumbs. He quickly got out a five thousand yen bill and pocketed his wallet and the remaining money as he handed her the bill. It's typically custom to give a gratuity to those who help you, at least I've done this everywhere I went and have come to believe. He began, I can't exactly ask you to join me for drinks or something similar. He said, chuckling nervously, Soplease take this? he finished, asking more than saying. Click to expand... Yori waved her hand at him to indicate he should put the money away. Don't tip me. I didn't even carry the bags. Besides, you CAN ask me to drinks later and I DO accept. I would much rather have that. I'll see you later and your buying so hold on to that, she said playfully. All those nice compliments Azazel was saying secretly made Yori's day. She found him ruggedly handsome and charming. Part of Yori just wanted to jump his bones here and now. But the man is supposed to make the first move. She writes a note and hands it to him, Here is my cell and the time I get off. Call then to invite me for drinks. Is there anything else before I go? She purposely looked for an excuse to stay. There was a lull in the kitchen now. Russian Vodka said Joana heard the voice of the handyman suddenly, making her look up. Her glasses were a bit foggy by now, but she ignored it as she took in his appearance, seeing the towel and a tray with some Sake and some cups. Seeing him disrobing so blatantly, she blushed lightly, it was something she had to get used to, although naked men were not new to her. No problems so far. I just need to get the flight out of my body and relax. She said, letting him down next to her. She looked him over, it was easy to tell he did stuff around here with how toned his body was. Even if he might not mean to, he was rather fit. I try to ignore people like that. She admitted, nodding as he offered her sake. Please. I haven't tried proper Japanese Sake before but I've always wanted to. She smiled, trying to be friendly and open, turning halfways towards him. Click to expand... I don't know about 'proper', but this is some good sake. Here I'll pour you a cup, said Taro. He then poured Joanna and himself a glass each. The jet lag is a killer. Best to relax. So where you from? If I may ask, said Taro trying make small talk. He also half turned toward to Joanna so they are facing each other.