[ The shiromuku is quite stunning, just as skillfully and luxuriously crafted as the formalwear he has been thrust into. Even if it were torn into scraps, the silk alone would have fetched enough money on the markets of his home province to sustain a modestly-sized family for months -

but nevermind that. What is it doing on Korin? ]

You say it doesn't matter, yet I know that you have eyes that clearly see!

[ Anubis gestures to himself, to his own wedding-wear. Except for its shape, isn't anything traditional - slightly too ostentatious with traditional blacks replaced by a rich navy and gold thread decorating his hakama in a repeating wave print, though it is to Anubis's liking - but it obviously matches what Seiji wears. ]

Who do you suggest put us here, then, the gods? [ Anubis scoffs, and waves his hand in Seiji's direction. ] What have they to say about you, then, dressing you like that?