[ Mikazuki's lens has never had fussy nannies or propriety to influence it, which is why he can look through it without a lot of pressure from everyday social cues. A body is a body, a bath is a bath. He's learned a little though, which is why he only looks long enough to see her duck behind some plants before he realizes she wants some privacy, and instead turns his gaze to the water.
At first, he just makes a wondering noise. The pool isn't anything like what he can remember seeing before. Reflective and bright, like it's lit from within, catching in the color of his eyes. ]
It's not really either. I don't feel cold, but it's refreshing somehow, too.
[ There's plenty of motion in the water already, but he still slides his hands through it. ]
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At first, he just makes a wondering noise. The pool isn't anything like what he can remember seeing before. Reflective and bright, like it's lit from within, catching in the color of his eyes. ]
It's not really either. I don't feel cold, but it's refreshing somehow, too.
[ There's plenty of motion in the water already, but he still slides his hands through it. ]
Did the Mars you know have any water?