Binki Kasakage
"Thunder only happens when it's raining,
Players only love you when they're playing,
Women, they will come and they will go,
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx l Location: The Hot Springs l xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx l Wearing: Nothing l xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx l Company: I Newly arrived groupl
Binki could hear the group coming from miles away. She opened her eyes. Students from the academy?
She brushed some soaking hair away from her face, and listened as they came closer.
There was a stocky, hairy male who stared at her for a moment and then looked away, followed by two females and an animalistic boy. Some sort of demon, maybe? He looked almost princely. Binki also noticed, quite indifferently, that they were all wearing swimsuits. Her mind was still floaty, still hazed yet somehow invigoratingly focused--she wouldn't have been bothered by her own exposing in the face of others. But the speedo boy seemed to make an effort to not look at her. Because of this, she stopped floating above the surface, and just knelt in the steaming water, which reached just high enough to cover her brown breasts. It didn't disguise her naked body completely, of course, but she hoped it was enough to make him feel like it was okay to let his head wander in any direction without fear of looking at her. Not being able to look around freely was something which she understood to be absolutely spirit dampening, and dampening someones spirit was the last thing she wanted to do in such a moment of spiritual peace.
She blinked at him as he spoke to her, with wide eyes that probably seemed spaced out. She wasn't spaced out, though, she was intaking his every word, and feeling the drops of water and meditation settle calmly all around her. In truth, Binki was a bit surprised that the boy had bothered to speak to her, let alone notice her. Most people treated her like a ghost. It was understandable, she decided. When someone's mind is always elsewhere, it's hard to notice them.
She studied the group quietly, looking over everyone individually at first, perceiving their physical characteristics, the way they moved, the way they talked. Then intaking the group as a whole, she sensed that they were the type of teenagers who hardly had trouble being noticed. That is to say, they were very confident. Their loud extroversion did not bother her at all, she knew it was very possible for their outgoing energy and her silence to mingle, sometimes in the most beautiful of ways.
They had come here to have fun.
Binki's seemingly distant gaze now settled on the two females of the group. They both looked so wonderfully different from each other. The girl sitting on the boy's lap was positively dripping onto him. She looked so exquisite in her very revealing bathing suit--and her body curved in all the right places, looking girly and soft to the touch. The other girl, short and sweet, had a nice body too, radiating pink. Ah, the female body was such a work of art. She closed her eyes and smiled serenely, taking water in her cupped hands and stroking it over her own smooth shoulders.