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"Onsen. A hot spring though the term also extends to cover the bathing facilities and traditional inns situated around a hot spring." Isra reads on the screen of her phone, it's sitting on the edge of the water where she's hanging off the edge. Her top half up against the side so she can read from her phone safely while her lower half is submerged. She's never been in one of these and she can't help but be curious about what all it entails.
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Isra props her phone up on the towel she has left by the side of the spring, according to what she has read that is the traditional etiquette one is to follow while visiting an Onsen. She continues to scroll the screen with a single finger while the rest of her sinks back, reading the words on the screen and mouthing them to herself as she reads. A finger taps on her lips before typing something else into the search bar, looking for more information on the Onsen's as a whole.
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It's late and as one might expect the Onsen seems to be fairly quiet, most everyone else is likely tired from the festivities and action. Isra has gone back and forth between napping and trying to participate but tonight she's decided to fall back again, enjoying a second to breath instead. Something tells her that's the purpose of the Onsen even though what she reads doesn't outright say it.
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She's distracted by the information her phone is feeding her and doesn't pay too much attention to coming and going of the other late nighters, muttering no more than a "Good evening" to those that get close enough to warrant it.
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>>open ;w;

i'm no sweet dream

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