video;

[synanthrope]

Hot springs.

Isn't it a little warm for hot springs? The best time for them is the winter, isn't it?

[Although she won't get in a hot spring any time so maybe that's a moot point....]

I suppose a massage might be pleasant. Or just watching.

[She's perched on a rock nearby, but far enough from the edge to avoid getting wet.]

Comments

[synanthrope]

[Saya laughs a little]

No, but Blonde seems to think I did something.

[dignity_misery]

It wasn't a difficult line to follow.

[She's not entirely sure if Saya knows how much Blonde has confided in her, and she's uninterested in stepping over those boundaries.]

[synanthrope]

Did I do something?

[dignity_misery]

[She purses her lips for a moment.]

He told me how you accounted for Orange leaving the garage.

[And then he had gotten the account from White himself, but maybe Saya knows that entirely too well by now.]

[synanthrope]

[Saya turns. She looks a touch more dangerous]

But that isn't what I asked, is it?

[dignity_misery]

[Her hands draw back, hanging in the air uncertainly.]

I left you intoxicated. It wasn't the candy.

[synanthrope]

So you're saying I did.

[dignity_misery]

Yes. And you can tell me I'm wrong.

[synanthrope]

Yes. I can.

[But she won't. She just turns back, facedown.]

[dignity_misery]

[Carla will take that answer. It's enough for her, even if her hands are initially hesitant to return to their work. Still, her hands fan at the small of Saya's back, thumbs pressing in.

She came here for a reason, it wouldn't do to disappoint.]