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[sub]YOU THINK AN ONSEN SCENE CAN STOP ME?![/sub][/center]
The warmth of the hot springs was the straw that broke Otis’s will. After pulling an all-nighter not only to prepare for the grand battle at Nijo Castle, but then another all-nighter to prepare for the possibility of Shinzou’s return in the aftermath of the battle, the Strigidae youth had already been exhausted…and then he had gone on and played to his heart’s content for the entire rest of the day, blasting virtual zombies, dancing to jarringly electronic music, and getting photos taken of him looking his absolute worse. He could’ve survived that, of course. He could have pulled another all-nighter if he needed to.

But of all the places they could’ve eaten, Ultana dragged them to a ramen place, and the warm, greasy broth, the heavy, delicious noodles, sunk deep into his stomach like an anchor that continued to draw him down and down and down.

Thus, when stinky-boi Otis Tan Arillo took to the baths immediately, with efficiency befitting someone who sorely wanted to get cleaned up before crawling under a futon, it took all of five seconds of being submerged in warm waters underneath a starry sky for him to doze off. Within the foggy springs, his ears picked up nothing more than the empty static of the great cosmos, deaf as he was to the giggling of his female classmates undressing. He shook his head up once, abruptly, but already, his amber eyes, dulled by exhaustion and paranoia, closed once more.

Fully naked beyond the handsewn bath towel he draped around his shoulders, Otis fell asleep, unseen and unheard...until he slumped into the waters.

[i]Splash![/i]

...

The gentle lapping of the springs brought a hunched form floating towards Seirin. A swimmer? A prankster? A pervert?

Nay.

A drowned corpse!