"Nothing like that," he shakes his head, "I don't feel much to begin with." Just enough so he doesn't accidentally destroy things, or hurt someone, or get himself out of sticky situations if he's being damaged. "It's more like..."

... How does he even explain? Does he even want to? It's not like he knows Hamuko that well.

"Well, I just don't," he settles on. "I don't need to, so why should I?"

Also I've never worn clothes outside of being forced to or to disguise myself, he doesn't say.

... The yukata is so pretty, though. He's been eyeing it long enough to know it'll fit him- the dimensions are too exact not to. It kind of pisses him off, because he sure as hell didn't ask for that.

It really does look nice, however.