It's a little thing, S putting the scarf on like that, but it makes J light up unconsciously, happy to see he likes it. He's so cute, too, the way he looks almost shy at the compliment, as if J hasn't said much, much more than that about his looks in the past.

"I think anyone who saw you would think you were cute," he counters, scanning the assorted presents for ones he knows he didn't wrap, then reaching for the nearest one. "I could have gotten one with fuzzy animal ears, cat ears maybe, and anyone would think you were adorable." He wouldn't actually do that to S, of course, though if they ever encountered such a pair in a store, he'd put it on S immediately. He just likes teasing. "You'd be a very cute cat." As he speaks, he runs his fingers over the paper until he finds the end of the tape, tearing it away, pulling free a bag of some kind. It's not a briefcase or a backpack or a purse, but it seems like it could be worn as the latter, the strap long enough to go over his neck. He doesn't really go out all that much, so it isn't something he's thought worth getting for himself, especially since he no longer has schoolwork to carry — not that this is quite the right size for that anyway — but it's actually nice and seems really sturdy. "Ah, this is really nice."