Taiga thought this whole treatment was patently bizarre. A kidnapping usually ended up in zip-tied wrists and a pistol barrel tight to your head. Taiga followed the man into the onsen, looking around at the structure for something to see, to combat his sense of unease.<br/><br/>He would understand what he was doing here if he were being manhandled and bound.<br/><br/>As it was, he wasn't, so he had no idea. He left the screen open as ordered, kicking up the toilet seat with his Gucci shoe and fishing out his cock. He thought as he pissed, but it was a conundrum, really.<br/><br/>He shook out the last few drops, wiped his cock, flushed the toilet and did up his pants. The sink basin was cracked but the water ran, he discovered, and there was handsoap on the side.<br/><br/>Having washed his hands, he walked back out, eying the filthy place. A field mouse scurried past him. Taiga followed his nose to the hotpot.<br/><br/>He thought to lean on the wall, but instead pulled out a chair, seeing the stains on the wood. He sat and crossed one leg over another, leaning the chair back on two legs like kids did in high school whenever given half a chance. His fingers touched his chin in a preferred thinking position.<br/><br/>"Not the revenge plan I was expecting, making us lunch. Are things going to get more unpleasant after we eat?"