[It occurs to Whelk belatedly that this perhaps ranks among some of the more intimate activities that have taken place between them. Kunimi is as much as showing him his baby pictures right now. Whelk can't help but smile though, perhaps at the one-sided knowledge that they both know what it's like to have to wear a stuffy school uniform.

[Whelk probably wouldn't have gone for him when he was fifteen, but the picture does make him remember once again that Kunimi is awfully cute.]

I didn't realize you actually smiled like that. [Strange thing to comment on. Why did he choose to comment on that? He finishes his drink, sets his glass on the arm of the couch, and settles in more deeply against Kunimi. His body feels heavy and warm, and it's tempting to lie his head down somewhere, but he keeps it upright for now.]

Japanese uniforms don't look all that different from those of American private schools.