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"I said he wasn't flawless, not that he wasn't impressive!" replied Hioshimi, chuckling. She didn't quite understand what she meant by 'experiment'; but she didn't like the fact this Nene person jumped to the conclusion so quickly. In fact, she felt a little unnerved by her; she seemed nice enough, but again, seemed to be hiding something. On top of that, Hioshimi couldn't figure out whether or not the zanpakuto floor-tapping is a habit, or something to do with it's ability...it put her on edge.
Of course, all of this was impossible to tell from Hioshimi's demeanour. She looked just thrilled to meet someone from her squad, constantly oozing happiness and excitement. She looked impressed by the baths simply from Nene's explanation of a defence mechanism.
"Woah, that's so smart! I'm going to enjoy it here in Squad 12, I can feel it. Thanks again, Nene, it's lovely to meet you and I look forward to working with you!" rather notably, Hioshimi referred to Nene by her first name, but it didn't look like she meant offence by it - it was meant to be more of an attempt at being friendly than anything else.
Hioshimi entered the baths and looked around in awe. She was so used to a wooden tub that the high-tech mechanisms of Squad 12's presumably superior plumbing system seemed to overwhelm her a little, but she couldn't help but seem thrilled at the prospect of trying to figure it all out. She could predict bubbles -everywhere- before she's clean, and she knew it.
"I hope there are towels in the changing rooms, I don't have my own." murmured Hioshimi idly, as she disappeared into the changing rooms. As she locked the doors and started to undress, her thoughts strayed elsewhere, back to her Asauchi...Hioshimi stared at the hilt of her blade hanging by her hip, and quietly pulled at the hilt to reveal some of the smooth metal underneath. She ran a finger across the flat of the blade; it felt warm still, and Hio couldn't figure out for the life of her why that was. Maybe she should ask Kame about it?
Hioshimi shook her head. What a silly thing to ask; clearly it must be warmer in the barracks than she thought. Instead, she hummed a tune cheerfully as she stripped down and searched for a towel. It sounded like some sort of lively drinking song, or something similar. Either way, if sung correctly, one could assume the lyrics are quite explicit.