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[atlasthrowing]

SUP FAGS

An unusual mist has settled around various areas of fagbox, moving along slowly and steadily, almost as if lazily searching for something. Upon contact with the mist, many residents may feel compelled to gather at...

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[theophilussmith]

A young man dressed in a dark suit stood just outside of the bathing area, a pile of neatly-folded towels stacked carefully on a table beside him and a small bowl of mints held in one hand. His light brown hair - which reached his shoulders in length - was held back in a tight ponytail, half of the pulled-back hair dyed green, while half of his bangs dangling in his face were dyed blue. A bright green bandage adorned one cheek and a bright blue bandage was on the other, seeming to serve absolute NO PURPOSE. His crystalline blue eyes sparkled as he stopped nearly every person that walked by him to offer them a towel and a mint with a winning smile. ((HE LOOKS SO SILLY!!! XD))

An English gentle-gentleman appears!

[coollywithdraws]

[Just kidding, it's only Speedwagon.]
While he wasn't entirely certain of why he wanted to get out and take a walk so badly in the first place, upon entering the bathing area of the onsen, Speedwagon was almost certain that this was not the sort of place he'd wanted to wind up going to

[theophilussmith]

When he was approached, for a few moments all Theophilus could do was blink in a bemused way at the man that was rambling at him. Of course, he was used to people who rambled a lot, as his best friend was always talking about his computers and his employer had the tendency to talk forever about... well, whatever happened to be on his mind at the time of the rambling. He stayed silent and listened politely as the man spoke, and the moment the point of the inquiry came about, Theophilus held up a mint in offering to the man. "Mint?" he asked in a pleasant tone. "I made them myself."

That taken care of, he cast a quick glance around the rest of the onsen, considering his response. "I'm not entirely certain myself, sir," he finally replied, looking back to Speedwagon and smiling. "I think it's a sort of Japanese bathhouse, though. I read about their medical advantages once." He paused and bowed a little, respectfully. "If that answers your question at all?" His voice held a slight questioning inflection. He wanted to make sure he had