*eyebrow waggles* deep azure
The haze steam that lingers about the spring provides the perfect cover. It seems to censor just about anything suggestive, but it could just be a certain person’s pokemon lingering at the edges of the spring, in a little pool of their own. It’s why she doesn’t bother covering up when she senses someone who shouldn’t be in here entering.
She merely cracks an eye, staring directly at him before closing once more.
“I wasn’t aware you considered yourself female,” she remarks casually.
It’s a joke. She knows whoever was out there changed the signs so this technically was the male bath, but after the last person had been tossed out for trying to barge in, it was relatively safe.
“If you stay on your side of the springs, I won’t have him harm you.” She doesn’t bother signalling to her pokemon, closing her eyes once again.