Take a soak in the onsen. [Wide open!]

[rhododendronic]

Characters: Dr. Kiriko rhododendronic
Date: Feb 27th.
Summary: Kiriko decides to take a relaxing bath at the Onsen. She's in a good mood - why don't you join her, stranger?
Warnings: Nudity, which includes extensive scarring. Warnings will be added as needed.



Dr. Kiriko was in a mood to do something she hadn't done in a very long time. And without the usual burden of constant travel, the Death Doctor (or would it be more correct to say 'Chemist,' these days?) found herself with much more free time. She had become quite the workaholic in her past life... perhaps it was time for a change, at least until she could find a way home. But, why rush?

This particular 'something' ended up being a quick visit to the Japanese Inn's Onsen. She hadn't gone to one in well over half the decade. The Doctor stepped out into the main bath, and realizing she was alone, took her time finding where she wanted to sit. Her long, greying hair tied in a tight bun behind her head, there was nothing to conceal her body. Her bangs were brushed behind her ears, freely concealing her eyeless socket. Across her back and some of her chest, the scars from the war still remained, but Kiriko was far from shy about them. Her war wounds were but a fact of life. If other guests had a problem with the way she looked, they could sit somewhere else.

Head back and arms at her sides, the soothing effect was almost immediate. For the first time since her arrival, she smiled genuinely and soaked in the silence. With only the sounds of the water around, she hummed a low, contented tune.

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[rhododendronic]

Should Kiriko have heard Fionna's inner monologue, she would have laughed, but instead the Doctor merely nodded in acknowledgement. "...Feel free, Fionna," she replied, sitting up somewhat. Taking a quick glance of the newcomer, but not long enough as to be rude, Kiriko took note of her features. Blonde, curvy, with healthy pink skin. Kiriko chuckled to herself and looked away, unconsciously touching her own skeletal fingers together... to be young and healthy! What an alien concept. It felt like a full lifetime ago that Kiriko had looked as good as she. She wondered if it was her apparent old age that inspired Fionna to act so polite. In her own effort to be polite, Kiriko brushed a part of her bangs in front of her empty eye. She understood it wasn't a pleasant thing to see and it made no difference to her.

"It's Kiriko."

[fionna_time]

"Thanks," she said, giving the guest (though technically she would be the guest) a smile. It was really less about an age thing and more the way that Kiriko looked that awed the girl. Anyone with that many scars had obviously been through a lot of junk in her life and was still here. Fionna had nothing but respect for someone like that. Hiding her empty eyesocket, therefore, wasn't neccesary: it would have only heightened Fionna's admiration.

Was she naive? Perhaps. Squeamish? Not so much.

"Nice to meet you Kiriko! Did you come here to think and relax too?"

It was obvious Fionna was NOT unnerved by the doctor.