Among the balls of fluff is a dark colored tuft, looking a bit like a shiny wooloo hiding in the others. The first hints that it might not, in fact, be a shiny Pokemon, was a happy masculine laugh as one of the wooloo cried softly at the dark tuft, before gently headbutting the area below it.
The other hint, was when the dark tuft moved, the person it was attached to flopping on his back with a bright smile on his face, amid the wooloos. "You guys are really soft... I bet Okuyasu would cry hugging one of you." He said cheerfully, arms spread open as he lay on the ground.
Nothing like soaking your aches away
Hot springs were nothing to ignore in Josuke's opinion, all too often an overlooked place of relaxation. He made his way in to the spring itself, and slipped in, sighing in awaited bliss, as he sank into the warmth.
The teen carried a number of scars, many looking long healed and old, but there was an assortment that looked much fresher, still a bit angry. One decorated the area just below his ribs settled right on that space that seemed to be neither front nor side, on his left. The second and third showed an idea of something that had passed through his left thigh, both ragged looking, and roughly the same size as the one on his torso. It was his right shoulder that looked the worst really, the scars looking almost like an oversized cat had tried pawing at him there, with claws out, rends traveled up and down the area, now healed over but still vivid on his skin.
If Josuke took any note of them, he made no signs, sitting himself down and tipping his head back a bit with a contented sigh. The sound seemed to be a signal to the pompadour his hair was styled in to lose some of it's shape and relax ass well.
Josuke OTA
Among the balls of fluff is a dark colored tuft, looking a bit like a shiny wooloo hiding in the others. The first hints that it might not, in fact, be a shiny Pokemon, was a happy masculine laugh as one of the wooloo cried softly at the dark tuft, before gently headbutting the area below it.
The other hint, was when the dark tuft moved, the person it was attached to flopping on his back with a bright smile on his face, amid the wooloos. "You guys are really soft... I bet Okuyasu would cry hugging one of you." He said cheerfully, arms spread open as he lay on the ground.
Nothing like soaking your aches away
Hot springs were nothing to ignore in Josuke's opinion, all too often an overlooked place of relaxation. He made his way in to the spring itself, and slipped in, sighing in awaited bliss, as he sank into the warmth.
The teen carried a number of scars, many looking long healed and old, but there was an assortment that looked much fresher, still a bit angry. One decorated the area just below his ribs settled right on that space that seemed to be neither front nor side, on his left. The second and third showed an idea of something that had passed through his left thigh, both ragged looking, and roughly the same size as the one on his torso. It was his right shoulder that looked the worst really, the scars looking almost like an oversized cat had tried pawing at him there, with claws out, rends traveled up and down the area, now healed over but still vivid on his skin.
If Josuke took any note of them, he made no signs, sitting himself down and tipping his head back a bit with a contented sigh. The sound seemed to be a signal to the pompadour his hair was styled in to lose some of it's shape and relax ass well.