For a few seconds, Kurogane said nothing, watching Fay settle the garment delicately around himself and tap the bottles down between them with the tiniest little sound. "As long as it's alcohol," he said with a grunt, leaning back against the side of the pool, and his coarse hair brushed up against the furisode's seam, shifting it slightly.
Men only wore a furisode to show that they were the lovers of Nihonese warriors. But that had been in Yama - a long, long time ago.
He opened red eyes to meet Fay's gold one. "You coming in, or are you just gonna sit there and watch me like a weirdo?"