He had been a teenager the last time he'd puked from drink. Now he was naked, wet, and leaning over a toilet bowl, bent like he was offering his service to it.
It took him a few minutes to emerge after rinsing his mouth out. Kurogane looked... bleary, rubbing his eyes out like that - and very, very grumpy.
"Tche," he said, and was suddenly fully aware that a) he needed to go to bed, and b) that he would remember none of this in the morning.