[Ren's jacket is set aside very well away from the water, though not far enough that he won't be able to keep an eye on it from wherever they end up.] Oh? That really is a shame, honestly...something like a natural hot spring is a pretty unique experience.
[He's not even just saying that out of personal amusement with Juno's general discomfort with these kinds of situations - it's definitely a very different beast to any manufactured version of it. That's just how nature is, to him.
He's distracted very quickly from that train of thought by Juno's reaction to the shirt unbuttoning, though, and Ren's smile twitches that little bit wider at the almost stunned look he gets in response. He hesitates a moment to watch Juno shed his own shirt, sliding his own off much more carefully and folding it up as well before he sets it down. He's not really paying much attention to it as he does, instead taking the opportunity to pick over Juno's scars with his gaze. The movement of his pupils pauses, briefly, every few moments, taking a disturbingly accurate catalogue of every sensitive point that's been wounded before. In comparison, Ren's chest is completely unmarked - it seems like he hasn't even been hiding anything in the way of scars - and his gaze travels up slowly from Juno's chest to his flushed face with visible amusement.]
Public bathing was kind of a thing in my culture, so I did it often enough-- [He stops, however, before he can explain further, eyes having flicked to one of Juno's arms. Speaking of back home...
Brow furrowed slightly in curiosity, he reaches out for the arm with the tattoo, drawing it out a little more to confirm his initial impression.] This is Benzaiten, isn't it...?
[He supposes some gods must have made it to Mars, considering Juno's name, but it's interesting to see one that's familiar to him...and particularly in this kind of context. That's a significant amount of skin to dedicate to the image of a god, even for someone devout, which he doesn't get the impression Juno is.]
Though you don't exactly seem like the religious type. [His head tilts slightly, a silent inquiry. Maybe it has some other significance.]
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[He's not even just saying that out of personal amusement with Juno's general discomfort with these kinds of situations - it's definitely a very different beast to any manufactured version of it. That's just how nature is, to him.
He's distracted very quickly from that train of thought by Juno's reaction to the shirt unbuttoning, though, and Ren's smile twitches that little bit wider at the almost stunned look he gets in response. He hesitates a moment to watch Juno shed his own shirt, sliding his own off much more carefully and folding it up as well before he sets it down. He's not really paying much attention to it as he does, instead taking the opportunity to pick over Juno's scars with his gaze. The movement of his pupils pauses, briefly, every few moments, taking a disturbingly accurate catalogue of every sensitive point that's been wounded before. In comparison, Ren's chest is completely unmarked - it seems like he hasn't even been hiding anything in the way of scars - and his gaze travels up slowly from Juno's chest to his flushed face with visible amusement.]
Public bathing was kind of a thing in my culture, so I did it often enough-- [He stops, however, before he can explain further, eyes having flicked to one of Juno's arms. Speaking of back home...
Brow furrowed slightly in curiosity, he reaches out for the arm with the tattoo, drawing it out a little more to confirm his initial impression.] This is Benzaiten, isn't it...?
[He supposes some gods must have made it to Mars, considering Juno's name, but it's interesting to see one that's familiar to him...and particularly in this kind of context. That's a significant amount of skin to dedicate to the image of a god, even for someone devout, which he doesn't get the impression Juno is.]
Though you don't exactly seem like the religious type. [His head tilts slightly, a silent inquiry. Maybe it has some other significance.]