" Youse' guys are kinda mean, ya know dat' ." came a certain Nepleslian's deep voice from behind, in his native Nepleslian tongue, accent and all. The rice paper screen wobbled as a pair of rough tan fingers slid around the edges, trying to slid it back with a bit of difficulty. With some effort, the cook managed to slid in, his form covered with only a simple white towel around his waist.
He presented a sight that was both pleasing and disturbing. At the moment, Armundo was trying to close the screen again with both his arms in a sling, exposing his broad, powerful back. His muscles stood out firmly against his skin with very little fat. The top half of his back was covered with long, ragged scars that mostly likely came from semi-sharp knives. He had been slashed and stabbed repeatedly at one time, though many of the scars were quite old which meant that he had not received them all at one time, but over the course of some years.
The cook turned around with a sigh and a smile, his long black hair wet and plastered around his shoulders. His front torso was just as powerful as his back, but it had its own collection of scars, mostly around his abs. His forearms in particular were a mass of crisscrossing scars and stab wounds, some of them had healed rather badly, giving a somewhat pitted appearance . Dispite his numerous scars, he was still quite easy to watch and he had a pleasent face to boot.
"Wha'd I miss ? Truth or Dare? Spin the Bottle ? " he asked in his native Nepleslian, not really caring if they understood them or not. The large Nepleslian slid his foot in the water "I aint' ever been in one a' these things befo'" he murmured to himself as he made his way to a unoccupied side of the pool and finding a ledge. The water didn't cover much below his chest, leaving most of his upper torso out of the warm water. He looked around, wondering if he had come in in the middle of something important..so much so that he started to appear a bit sheepish. " K-Konichiwa" he said quietly, lowering his head a bit.