[ dextera has most certainly never been even near a hot springs, let alone in one. he hasn’t even really taken a lot of baths—none that he can remember, and probably just showers before that. he’s nervous at the idea of water so hot it steams, but at the same time...
he finds himself gazing into it, dipping his fingers in before he can think better of it. ]
...it’s hot.
[ okay, maybe that’s obvious! but he still says it aloud anyway, and next decides to scoop up some of the water and let it drip through his fingers. something about it... he wants to get in. ]
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he finds himself gazing into it, dipping his fingers in before he can think better of it. ]
...it’s hot.
[ okay, maybe that’s obvious! but he still says it aloud anyway, and next decides to scoop up some of the water and let it drip through his fingers. something about it... he wants to get in. ]
It’s nice, though.