The night sky overhead proves to be almost as soothing as the spring itself as the familiar constellations bring about a bout of nostalgia. [i]'The memories are so faint. But I can remember watching the stars. I remember a warm body at my side as we picked out the known constellations.'[/i] He chuckles aloud, [i]'And made up a few of our own. Of course, back then, the constellations were a bit different. It was so long ago. . . .'[/i] So lost in his memories, Tatsuki doesn't feel the time slip right by him. He startles slightly as he hears his name being called. [i]'Huh, mus be time to cook dinner already'[/i] He muses, turning to look over his shoulder. His eyes cut through the light darkness, the lamps around the hot spring having not been lit yet.

As his eye fall on the figure of the innkeeper Tatsuki smiles slightly. [i]'He's such a good lad'[/i] He chuckles again at his own old man sounding thoughts before calling out, “Over here Shigetoshi-san.” Standing he climbs carefully out of the soothing waters into the somewhat chilly evening are. The coldness is much less around the pool than on the outside of the inn due to the steam and heat coming off the water's surface, however Tatsuki still shivers as he makes his way over to where his towel is. Scooping it up off the rock he quickly removes his soaking cloth and wraps his towel firmly around his waist. Turning he smiles at Shigetoshi. “Time to cook already?” He looks down at his state of undress and his smile widens. Locking gazes with the boy again he adds, “I suppose I should put on something a little less comfortable, no?”