Like Kurogane, Fay, too, surveyed the damage they had done to their hosts liquor cabinet - bottle after bottle strewn around them, wet puddles ran between them where they'd gotten out to fetch even more booze. In their efforts, Fay's undershirt had become soaked, he just hoped the furisode had fared better.
For all that he had put away that night, Fay was only slightly buzzed. It was a definite downside to being a vampire - how quickly his body metabolised alcohol. Acting upon it as though it were a poison he was willingly imbibing. He hoped one day he would find a drink that would tip the balance, but for now, he was comfortable, warm, and as happy as he could remember being in, well- it had quite literally been a lifetime. The hot spring was helping, sure, but largely he owed his inner peace to the man sitting beside him. That was a fact he could escape, and, since Nihon, was one he no longer wanted to.
Speaking of Kurogane... they'd sat in companionable silence for a while now, drinking, and no doubt lost in their own thoughts. This, too, was nice. Kurogane was perhaps the only person Fay didn't feel the need to be switched on around, operating at 110% all the time. There could be moments of nothing between them and it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. Fay could actually rest.
Now though, Fay felt that Kurogane's silence was owed to the great quantity of alcohol he had drank, particularly when he noticed the man's concentration was focused on a single point, like the bottle was all that was anchoring him to the earth.
"Kuro-rin," Fay began, twisting in his seat so that his body was more central to the ninja's. He raised a hand, damp from its last dip beneath the pool, and traced the red-tinged outer shell of Kurogane's ear. "Are you still with me~?"