They all stopped in awe to see the boiling waters infront of them. Randomly placed holes around, beautiful hot spring liquid.Inuyasha still turned his burned cheeks avoiding any eye contact, it had been this way since last night, Miroku sighed

"finally..."

Everybody exhaled deeply, plunging into their own claimed spots. Sinking into the lovely heat, Miroku found himself pushed out into one furthest from the group, Kagome and Sango were trading period stories (on which he didn't want to Присоединиться in) Shippo and kilala were tossing their water over the sides... and Inuyasha, in all his demon glory was...

“Stein, stop! Get off!” Spirit pushed at his chest. Stein pressed down on him and kept Поцелуи him. His hands slid down Spirit’s body and tugged at his underwear, wanting him completely bare. “Ah! No!”
Stein put one hand over Spirit’s mouth. “What did I tell you? Our neighbors will hear Ты if Ты don’t keep your voice down.” He removed his hand and moved back down Spirit’s body. Stein relieved his lover of his undergarments and his tongue slid over the newly bare skin.
Spirit gasped softly as he felt Stein’s warm tongue on his cold skin. Pleasured moans escaped his lips...

Watson muttered something under his breath. Sherlock didn't bother to decode it, knowing it was most likely another witty Комментарий of their situation.

"Oh Watson, dearest Watson I wish Ты would cheer up"

his cold flatmate and colluege sat curled up in a sort of upright fetal potition. A blanket that had small holes chewed through it drapped over his shoulders
still moist from the storm his clothes too wet to wear without catching hypothermia.

"at least we caught the man"

"wrong Holmes,"

he hissed from the beat up bed

"we didn't catch him, we drove him to a trap five miles from here and now were stuck"...

Sing to me songs of the darkness…
Farewell to heaven, my friend.
Come to me, bury your sorrow…
Temptation await the condemned.
    Crona woke with a gasp. He had had a certain song stuck in his head for a week, now, and he didn’t know what to do. Somehow it suited him, though. A lot of depressing songs did. The demon swordsman looked up out of the little window in his room at the DWMA. Light shone down into his room, but missed Crona altogether, making him feel dreary.
    “Ugh…” Crona mumbled as he got up out of bed. He looked out the window again....

"Lason..." Riki spat from his torn lips. choking on his blood he stood up, though Riki knew that it was a pointless effort and he had lost. "I'll protect Akihiko to the end.." his voice was fading into a whimper. "I don't want Akihiko" Lason still stood dominately above Riki "don't be foolish..." Lason continued and riki felt his body go limp. His head was throbbing and his eyelids slowly gave in "f-fuck you..." Lason whipped out a gun, 'BANG' a stream of blood ran so perfectly down the torn face. Riki now lay still, his struggle was over. "What a pity" Lason сказал(-а) still towering over the motionless...