[ His eyelashes brush her palms when she covers his eyes and he unhesitatingly complies; closed tight, enough that his forehead knits some in the sincerity of showing how he has no intent to open them. Childlike, really, but not because he's a child: it's the overdone nature of it, and in an unthought, purely reactionary way.

I will not open my eyes, promise.

He listens to the shifting of hooves, and notes how her single hoof sounds similar and different to his cloven hoof; he wonders if that effects any big differences or not. His understanding of those mechanics basically doesn't exist. Horses are large, impressive, steady, and usually something he's hauled up onto, and that's that. ]

Are we talking fundoshi style?

[ He hasn't personally worn undergarments in that style, even if it was still the most popular one outside of the cities for adult men. For some complicated reason of canon nonsense, boxers and briefs have been introduced before WWII, so... once he got to live as a boy, once underwear became a thing, that's right where he went. SO MANLY! So progressive! So anything but traditional when tradition has done little to benefit his life, or that of those he loves. ]

It's still popular back home, but I've never actually learned how that works.