And just like that, Koumyou pierces through his self-counsciousness and punctures his uncertainty. Delighted, he laughs. "I'd better warn you now, I've been accused of being a chronic overthinker.

"R-right!" He's not as sheepishly flustered as he's been around Koumyou before, but he definitely had sort of tuned out the fact that the priest had conducted his entire side of all that in swim trunks. "I'll leave you to it-- oh!" He pulls the purple drawstring out of a pocket and holds it out. "Here, for your hair."