Ah....Zen finally had gotten some free time again. He went off to his favorite place when he had nothing to do...the hot springs. The young Kyouga always went at around 5 pm, because by then the daily rush had passed, and the springs were near closing. They always let people stay after hours, though, which was very thoughtful of them.

After paying the small amount of ryo to get in, he went to the locker room, and made sure his belongings were secure. Then, he entered one of the springs rooms--they had expanded, there were quite a few now--and immediately was happier as he felt the moist air on his skin. Not really steam, just humidity. Like all of the pools of spring water, this one was crystal-clear, and one could see all the way to the bottom. For now, Zen just stood there, taking in the intrinsically soothing air.

"Hello there. My name's Shibirin and i'm kinda new here. Do we just leave our stuff at the lockers, then come here and pick them up later?"

Ah, another person. A little rare to have seen another person here, at this hour. Even more so that he chose this springs room out of all the others. A...new person? Zen was okay with showing him the ropes. He turned around to face the young man, who looked around his---well, biological---age.

"Ah, hello. I'm Zen....yes, you can leave everything you bring with you in your locker, they don't touch anything. Wouldn't be nice if you came back and your locker was empty, mm?"

He headed over to a smaller, enclosed area, akin to a steam room or sauna. Lucky him...his towel caught on a rock that jutted from the doorway, and he tripped into the small room. He broke his fall on his hands, though, so all was okay. Then, he threw some water on the hot rocks, and closed the door. Man, it was dark when he did that; he could see across the room, but things were cast in shadows...but it felt nice, the steam.

Ugh....now his hands stung. It wasn't that much of a problem, though; it felt nice in the room. He left the door open a little bit, so he heard Shibirin's question. "Mhm, I'm fine. Just a little abrasion. Join me in here, if you like, the steam feels very nice."

He sat in the most shadowy part of the room, and set his towel on the stone bench. It was burning-hot; one had to be careful, the steam had heated it up very much. Also, his eyes needed a break; he couldn't bring his glasses in here, so he had gotten a bit of a headache from reading the regulations. He sprawled out, loving the relaxation-time.

Hmm. Company....

Zen closed the door to limit the amount of light in there; his eyes sort of hurt, still. The top vent to let the excess steam out still gave a good amount of light, enough to see Shibirin's face.

He didn't really like sitting in the corner for darkness, that's why he closed the door;h e noticed that the itss closing opened a vent above them. It actually let more light in than the door; it distributed it more evenly, though. So, the fact that it lit the room better, but without being hard on Zen's eyes was nice. Also, it seemed to be way hotter in that corner than anywhere else. Hey, good a time as any; Zen picked up his towel and set it right where he was going to sit. Away from the corner, of course, meant to Shibirin; there wasn't very much space in the room, so he tried not to move so much. He turned to Shibirin, and spoke. "So....haven't seen you around before. Have I just been overlooking you all this time, or...?" After Shibirin's response, Zen would sprawl again, now beginning to perspire from the heat.

Oh....He left a hidden village for Iwa? It's not like they were a tourist destination....Zen wondered just what was wrong with Hidden Sand that made him come here...Although, it was Dengen that accepted him. While he was wise on many things, global politics did not seem to be one of them. Nothing they could do to change that now, though....

"Oh. Well, I hope you find it nice in Iwa."

"Yes, i am liking it here quite a lot. Lots of people to talk to, many places to visit and wonderful weather, though i still kinda miss the good old Sunagakure heat and the occasional sand storms, that's what makes us unique the most"

Hmmm....Zen wondered, then, if he missed the Hidden Sand as his words dictated....why did he leave? Ehh. Best not to be nosy... "I see....well, I hope Iwa treats you well in the future. I have to go now...I have an appointment with Arashi. See you later, hopefully."

Zen stood up, and walked out of the steam-room. He promptly took a small dip in the hot springs, and then went into the locker room. His hands were still wet...so he had to fidget with the lock quite a bit for it to open. After about five minutes of doing this, he was already air-dried, and slipped on his clothes. Within a short time, he was his same, anonymous, black-cloaked self.

The guy was leaving so soon? Shibirin went back to the thought that he was taking up some of the guy's value time. He almost concluded his thoughts with that assumption, but changed his mind when he explain it was to see the Tsuchikage. "Ok, seeyuh later and thanks" he said to the guy, waving towards him as he left the room. Shibirin would also leave very soon, for it was time to get back to doing missions.

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