( Kokomi isn't certain what to expect from this planned "date" of theirs. The woman who had messaged her was a stranger, but so was everyone else here— the real strange part about it had been the ominous energy behind the message. The implication that she'd be forced, if she were to decline. Which may very well be true, and may very well be the awkwardness of someone who doesn't know how to be personable over the network. Or it may be something more.
That's the difficulty with text as a form of communication, isn't it? Intention and tone can be lost, can be misunderstood. But Kokomi approaches this date like she would any battle. She's spent the entire last night planning all of the potential outcomes and their appropriate responses, and she feels confident to handle whatever is thrown her way when she finally steps into Crane's Respite.
Immediately, she's greeted by a member of the staff. "Miss Kokomi? We were asked to keep an eye out for you. Your reservation is right this way."
With ease, she's whisked away to one of the private baths towards the end of one of the halls in an offshoot from the main entrance, labeled by the sliding door as RESERVED: MISS SHALOM & MISS KOKOMI, right below the label of a "sugar" variety of bath. It must be the assortment of sugar scrubs and bath additives she sees setting beside their private baths as she's allowed inside and pointed towards the opposite side, where a separate lounge room is available. She'd told to make herself comfortable, to get undressed for the bath, that Miss Shalom should be by any moment, and is left, just like that.
Leaving her shoes at the entry way, she cautiously moves into the lounge room. There's a comfortable little futon, and a cubby against the wall meant for holding belongings, as well as bath robes, towels, and anything one could possible want for getting ready for the bath, or for right afterwards. There's some hesitation, but spotting a modest little folding screen, Kokomi decides to step behind it and change out of her clothes, slipping into one of the sheer pre-bath robes offered in the meantime. There are fuzzy, comfortable post-bath robes for afterwards... Luxurious. )
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That's the difficulty with text as a form of communication, isn't it? Intention and tone can be lost, can be misunderstood. But Kokomi approaches this date like she would any battle. She's spent the entire last night planning all of the potential outcomes and their appropriate responses, and she feels confident to handle whatever is thrown her way when she finally steps into Crane's Respite.
Immediately, she's greeted by a member of the staff. "Miss Kokomi? We were asked to keep an eye out for you. Your reservation is right this way."
With ease, she's whisked away to one of the private baths towards the end of one of the halls in an offshoot from the main entrance, labeled by the sliding door as RESERVED: MISS SHALOM & MISS KOKOMI, right below the label of a "sugar" variety of bath. It must be the assortment of sugar scrubs and bath additives she sees setting beside their private baths as she's allowed inside and pointed towards the opposite side, where a separate lounge room is available. She'd told to make herself comfortable, to get undressed for the bath, that Miss Shalom should be by any moment, and is left, just like that.
Leaving her shoes at the entry way, she cautiously moves into the lounge room. There's a comfortable little futon, and a cubby against the wall meant for holding belongings, as well as bath robes, towels, and anything one could possible want for getting ready for the bath, or for right afterwards. There's some hesitation, but spotting a modest little folding screen, Kokomi decides to step behind it and change out of her clothes, slipping into one of the sheer pre-bath robes offered in the meantime. There are fuzzy, comfortable post-bath robes for afterwards... Luxurious. )