America passed by Shiloh and some of the tension eased at the sight of naked kitten-boy antics. Grinning she left him to it, wishing she had her phone to capture the cute. Turning a corner she rounded right into a perfectly pressed suit that smelled like expensive cologne and gunpowder.
Several minutes later, the girl was walking back around in a yukata, a large pile of neatly folded, colourfully patterned cloth in her arms and a slightly disconcerted expression on her face. Passing Shiloh again she wordlessly set one bundle near him, and another to Noah who she didn't exactly shy away from giving a full once over.
She caught sight of Jan leading Maebe to a familiar room. Lips twisting into smirk, she tipped him an indivisible cowboy hat and wordlessly handed the girl a robe. Saying anything now to disrupt the game felt like a cheat, but where America wasn't too concerned about Maebe having sex with the man, she didn't trust him to treat her well in the aftermath, not without finding an advantage in doing so.
Reaching the huddle groups of naked former kittens, she announced, "Alrighty, I guess the robes found me. Simon said these were
you-cat somethings, and that we need to have some
decorum. Also that
Allan-taichou has opened the Sun
onsen or whatever to all the
neko hunters with naked valentine's
kokoros for spiritual healing and some s**t." She left out the part where she'd been chided for putting it on wrong and then ended up being dressed by her division's assistant like a child.
Dropping one of the robes on Kostya's shoulders, she offered them up to the rest of the hall.
She'd wait until later to go to the little hot spring, first taking time to help clean up the toilet paper, then make sure there were no shy hunters, stranded naked in public places. (There were, and it would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy it or take a few mental notes along the way.) Then she took a long shower, paying extra attention to getting every bit clean. Besides all the cat hair floating about, the etiquette lecture Simon had given her about onsen behavior had been extremely brief but also very effective. She was gonna be squeaky clean as all hell and avoid any similar follow-ups.
She'd originally planned on spending Valentine's lounging on the beach, maybe getting some cute boy to hand feed her cherries. But oddly enough, being small and delicate and held with gentle care by someone larger and more powerful than herself had been...
different. A good different and something she hadn't experienced since well before puberty had hit. it was a change of plans, but one she couldn't bring herself to regret.
Besides which, the cherries were still waiting in the fridge, and a good hot soak was rarer than a day at the beach. Making her way to the Secret Nakama Onsen, America made one last stop, room 112, dropping off a smaller bowl of cherries along with a small note.
