[{B}athing {W}ith {E}arthlings]

F inally able to open the locker, the coal haired female shoved her clothing into the metal framework with a sigh of irritated relief. It shouldn't have taken her this long to only dispose of her clothes, yet it did. Her arms folded over her chest, becoming a little concious of them, and she began to pad towards a small shelf set up in the corner of the room. Wrapping a towel around herself, now feeling a lot more comfortable and unexposed, she began to head towards the baths, attempting to tie her hair back in a great bun.

An elastic hung from her lips as she removed the towel and set it aside the only unpacked bath, a small one with only one other occupant bathing inside of it. Stepping in, fingers still straddling with her long hair, reeling it up like a fishing line, she sat down across from the other female, a maiden with ash-blonde hair. Her eyes gazed at the other, her trademark contact lens removed, though her eyes still radiated quite brilliantly. The elastic tilted as Ao's mouth moved to the side, trying to hold all her hair back. Free locks slithered atop the surface of the water, in wavy strands. it didn't take long for the alien to roll these up, and eventually, she succeeded in tying up her hair.

The bun was huge, and a large assortment of coiled strands. It was messily created, but still a nice picture to behold. Shyly, the blue-eyed girl sat in the hot bathwater, not knowing how to propose a conversation with this stranger. With nothing else to observe in the bath house, she noticed that the female across from her was actually very pretty, almost reminding her of one of the women from the Versailles era. She had done a lot of World History research, since she believed it helped to know a lot about Earth while she was living here. She really had no idea of how long she'd remain on this planet.

I t seemed to be an unusual question to ask for the first time. Name's weren't usually asked first by teenagers, so the neptunian immediately began to draw some conclusions. Prehaps the ash haired female was an older girl. But she didn't look old. If she were any older than Ao, she was maybe, at most, 18 years old. There was no way that she could possibly be over 20. But then the princess began to doubt herself when she caught a glimpse of the girl's chest, something that was pretty commonly looked at in Japan. Her chest was fairly large, not enormously saggy or anything, but pretty ripe. She must've been in her late teens, or even possibly her early 20's, judging by that rack. Tired of deciphering with no straight forward answers, she stretched her arms above her head, and stared casually at the female across from her as she did so.

"I'm called Ao," she announced, cleanly, almost as if making proclaimation, "And yes. I do ride AT's." she finished. She wondered why the female would ask such a random question. Did she like storm riders? Did she hate them? Most people didn't ask things like that. An odd girl, an odd girl indeed. Slight curiousity enticed her to ask the female her own name, and she didn't hesitate to follow the instinct,

"What do they call you?" she asked, before she began to caress her arms with her fingers in wash routine. Something else spilled from her mouth, "How old are you? Your boobs confuse me."

H er eyes blinked as the female responded and her head nodded, "I've existed for 16 years. But still,... you're boobs are kind of big. I was trying to guess your age, and I estimated about 2 years older than what you really are. Most humans don't have breasts that size," she said, pointing. She knew that it wasn't exactly polite to perform such a gesture, but then again, she didn't really care. Since neptunians were much like mermaids, or atleast that's how Ao imagined them to be, breasts being exposed musn't have been such a big deal. It was something people always saw.

Like an extra face. Ao began to unclip her hair and let it loose into the water, it didn't look like anyone was going to join. She didn't really want them to, either. She didn't like having too many people in one spot. She wasn't so good with strangers, and was kind of surprised at how open she was becoming with this one. Her eyes watched the female quietly, and she glanced down to her own chest in comparison. Her chest was about a 34C, and checking her companion's rack out again, she estimated that she was maybe a 38C, or a small D. Whatever the size was, it didn't particularly matter. It seemed that Ao was so bored that she was trying to estimate bra sizes, ages etcetera.

"Most girls that are sixteen are a little smaller than me," she stated, in explanation of her earlier reasonings. She pinched her own breast, "And that's why I thought you might be older. I guess you can take that as a sort of compliment."

E yes twinkled when the suggestion was made. "Move? Really? I heard there was one bath room filled with hearts. There's also one filled with mirrors, but I'd think that would be more suitable for a couple...you know, with the mirrors fogging up, and images of you and your bathing buddies reflecting all over the walls, cieling and floors..." she stood up and bent over, grabbing her towel. She tossed her neck to the side, wet, dripping black hair flying opaquely over her shoulder, obediently, as she tucked her temporary towel dress around her slender body.

"I'm not sure which one you'd like to see, but since you just did me a favor, I'll give you the pleasure of choosing," she grinned, friendly, before she began to wrap her hair around an enclosed fist to form another temporary bun. She began to pad away, expectantly waiting for her new accomplice to follow.

J ust about to detowel herself, Ao's eyes widened in momentary shock before her brow furrowed over her eyes. She had told him to wait until she was finished bathing! A snarl of anger escaped her lips before, she lurched away from Takeo and stood out to the side, "You are the worst rakkunere I've ever seen!" she growled, bitterly, before yanking him back by the arm.

She struggled to hold him in place, for he was much stronger than she, and male, to say the least. "Takeo! Bad! Stop it!" she commanded him, harshly, like royalty. She was an alien princess, after all, heir to the Neptunian throne.

The actions caused Ao to squirm and flail wildly in the arms of the male carrying her. Before she knew it, her rakkurene and started to charge offwards, away from the bath house, and Aoi's frame was slowly beginning to shrink in the distance. She bit her lip, kicking Takeo in the belly rhetorically, and then thought of a plan. How would she ever see this girl again? Storm Riding, maybe. There was the Big Meeting coming up fairly soon. Possibly there? She nodded, confirming her thoughts, and then waved an arm, exaggerantly, trying to obtain the ash-haired girl's attention, "At the Big Meeting! We'll be at the Big Meeting!!" she called to her.

Wondering if the girl heard her, she sighed, before looking down at the male running. Her eyes dulled. "What did you do to get in there?" she questioned, with a small grin, kind of amused at how far he would go for her own "safety". A terrible rakkurene, but one to love. She couldn't help but feel strong attachment to him.