One would think, isolated out in the forests and rivers, Ravus would have been pleasantly undisturbed. But no, he's pestered frequently by well-meaning folk, and while he hasn't hated it, his situation is embarrassing still. He's been ‘helped,’ and it's perhaps quelled most of the encroaching death threats of the mushroom ring, but Ravus still sports a tail and horns. More importantly, the libido he's ignored his entire life won't release its vice on his body.

So hiding it is. Again.

But this time he hides where he thinks people like Ignis and Prompto won't come searching for him. As... Satisfying... As their company had been, he's trying to preserve his dignity here.

So he hides in the onsen. Much like an actual crocodile. It still seems right in his almost literal lizard brain now. His shoulders and neck ache so much less with the heat and water bouying all the extra weight of his new appendages.

Of course, hiding somewhere meant for people means, well, people show up. Hopefully he's not altogether noticeable, or if he is, no one thinks to slip in with him. Which is a big ask from a fickle mistress like fate, especially given she likes to mess with him.

Maybe he'll be lucky today, and not have to deal with the mortifying concept of being perceived. Or anyone seeing his dick.