Kouchisei rested his head on his shoulder, ignoring the costume with as much fortitude and understanding as he could muster. He loosened the scarf around his neck and, after running a hand underneath it to get rid of most of the damp, tossed over his shoulder, feeling that he'd be rid of it if he couldn't see it.
"You're going to have people talking if you stand here," he said. "Not to mention catch your death."