Thread: The Charming Depths Hotspring

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.